A Born Again Morning Person

Anyone who knows me, up until recently that is, would never classify me as a morning person. Monday-Friday, I set my alarm so that I could get every last second out of my comfy bed which normally meant setting it for something like 6:52. I gave myself just enough time to get ready for work and eat my breakfast. I should mention that I have an internal clock, and don’t even require an alarm clock – it’s really a just-in-case kinda thing.

Sleeping in on the weekends was basically my reward for getting up early five days out of seven. I earned it, and I would take it no matter what. Because of my internal clock, I’d wake up at my regular time anyway, but would stay in bed…just because I could and because it was my reward for having to sacrifice my lovely sleeping-ins five days a week. On the weekends, I generally didn’t make my way out of bed until at least 9:00.

As with most of my life, all of that changed when I began meditating and reading The Tao. I learned the importance of taking time for myself, solitude and silence. I also discovered that the most logical part of the day for me to practice all of these things was in the morning. Yikes! It wasn’t always possible to squeeze in my “me time” after my evening routine – exercising, dinner, dishes, shower, doing stuff for work, and the list goes on. And to be honest, it didn’t really seem fair that I had to squeeze it in, in the first place. I deserved more. And that is the sole reason I became a Born Again Morning Person (remembering my love of Saturday morning cartoons and actually getting up early for them, leads me to assume that at some point in my early years, I was in fact, a morning person).

I, the queen of sleeping in and grabbing every last second I could possibly get out of my bed, now rise and shine at 5:3oish each morning (except for the weekends when I still relish a little bit of sleeping in time!). Technically, I usually wake up before 5:30, around 5:00 (always before my alarm goes off), but stay in bed until around 5:30. I should mention that I now go to bed a bit earlier than I used to. I used to be an 11:00 bedtime person, but now it’s usually 10:00. I also turn off my computer/any DVD I might be watching, etc., by 8:30/9:00. I spend at least half an hour reading a positive, inspiring, uplifting book (one that will put me in a good frame of mind for a pleasant sleep) before bed. Sidenote: I used to have a really hard time falling asleep – I tossed and turned, my mind wouldn’t shut off, I often didn’t fall asleep until 2:00/3:00 in the morning, and when I awoke, I felt like I hadn’t even slept. Since I’ve made all of these changes (meditating, Yoga, changing my bedtime and waking time), I’ve never slept better.

I’m still human though, and occasionally, I don’t really feel like getting up; but then I think, well I’m already awake so what’s the point? Lay in bed for an extra 5 minutes? Reset my alarm for a later time in case I fall asleep, and then feel robbed when it rudely wakes me up? Nah. Instead…

I immediately get out of bed, turn on my lamp with the soft lighting, brush my teeth, light my incense and do my morning Candlelight Energizer Yoga. What better way to start a brand new day than with the first 15 minutes dedicated to me and my peace of mind? Once I’m done my Yoga, I do my makeup, hair, etc., and the rest of the time, until I leave for work, is mine, which usually amounts to a good hour. One hour all to myself to do what I want – meditate, read, sometimes write. Uninterrupted time all to myself. My days have never gotten off to a better start, and I wouldn’t trade this time for anything.

~Carolyn

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Are You Afraid of…the Silence?

One of the most powerful healing things you can do for yourself is to surround yourself, if even for just a few minutes a day, with silence. In a world consumed with quick, costly “fixes,” there’s something we can all so easily find and benefit from (physically, emotionally, psychologically), it’s free, and yet many of us are…afraid of it!

I used to be one of those people who feared silence. I woke up in the morning, and immediately turned on my television. When I got home from work, the first thing I did was turn on my television. It’s not that I actually watched anything a lot of the time, it was just comforting to have some form of noise in the background. Writing this, I can’t believe that there was a point in time (and a long point in time) in which I actually wanted noise.

I can’t attribute my silence appreciation to one particular thing. I did get rid of my cable, but before that, I began meditating, and learning about the Tao. Silence (or attempting to achieve it) can be, at first, a bit overwhelming. And by silence, I don’t just mean a silent room or space, although that’s a wonderful start. I’m talking silencing your mind, controlling your thoughts so that they focus on just one thing at a time. As you might imagine, that can be extremely difficult. I must say though, the more you meditate and enjoy periods of silence, the easier it will become.


I didn’t just jump right into silence, but instead used guided meditations which very quickly helped me to see the benefits of calming my mind, floating into the silence, not worrying or thinking about the past or the future…living and breathing in the now.  It’s a mental renewal every day, and the benefits are evident on a daily basis…patience, less stress, less fear, confidence in tackling everyday problems, better sleep, more energy, positive outlook, and the list goes on. So often, we let everything accumulate in our minds…problems from months ago that may have already been fixed, but for whatever reason, still rent space in our brains. Enjoying silence through meditation helps you to let go, to leave the past in the past, and live in the present, to slow down, to treat yourself to relaxation and rejuvenation.

Silence and meditation allow you to be alone with your thoughts, but in a good way, a productive way. So often our days are spent worrying about our problems, wondering how on earth we’re going to get everything done that “needs” to be done, stressing about the past, present and future, mentally preparing our every move, always trying to be one step ahead, but rarely enjoying where we’re currently standing. Before we know it, yet another day, week, month and year have “flown” by. But why have they flown by? Because we didn’t take the time for ourselves, to be alone with our thoughts, not the superficial “To Do List” thoughts, but deep thoughts, the kind that cause our spirit to reawaken and find its purpose. We didn’t take the time to slow down and enjoy the moment.

Silence truly is golden. It can slow down the hands of time. It can benefit your well-being in ways you never would have thought. It can heal you. Silence can be your own personal therapist…if you’ll let it.

~Carolyn

Chicken, Spinach & Artichoke Casserole

With Fall in the air, it is definitely home food time and nothing says that better than a casserole.  Now, I will preface this recipe with a quick note: although I try my best to make all the food I cook healthy, sometimes there is just no getting around certain ingredients.  In the case of this meal, it’s the Alfredo sauce.  I’m sure there’s a way to make this from scratch so that it’s healthy but frankly, I just don’t want to.  I came up with the idea for this from seeing the title Spinach & Artichoke Casserole while searching recipes online, but I didn’t have the time to actually read the recipe.  But the title was good enough – I had artichokes and spinach sitting around waiting to be used so this was perfect!  It was obviously a vegetarian recipe and given the fact that I’ve eaten more red meat in the past two weeks than I have in the past year, I probably should have gone ahead with something vegetarian but, hey, again, I didn’t want to!

Growing up, our family did not sit down to too many casseroles – my father was not and is not a fan so few were served.  In fact, I was tempted to try and come up with another name for this other than a casserole (some psychological issues at play here perhaps?) but figured, who would I be kidding?  Once I moved out on my own, I realized casseroles are good and they can be economical.  This is both – leave out the chicken and cream cheese and it’s downright cheap.

As with all things I make, as I mentioned, I try to use lower fat ingredients when I can get away with it.  Here, I use light cream cheese since no one will ever be able to tell the difference.  I was also going to use mozzarella cheese in it but by the time I mixed everything together I thought that it would be overkill – this is pretty darn rich without it.  Also, I always try to use as many vegetables as I think will work with a dish so that they, if not cancel out the fatty stuff, at least help balance it a wee bit.  You’ll notice there are no onions in this – for some reason I don’t like onions in anything creamy, but feel free to add them if you’re not as fussy.  I will try and keep this one short and sweet!

Ingredients:

Canned artichokes, drained, rinsed and chopped

1 package of frozen spinach – thawed and squeezed dry

3 boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cooked and diced (I poached mine)

Approximately 2 cups of mushrooms, sliced and cooked

1 large red pepper, diced and cooked

1 jar of Alfredo sauce

½ 8oz. package of light cream cheese, softened (or… 4oz. of cream cheese!)

1 cup of light sour cream – don’t use fat free sour cream, ever – you might as well use Elmer’s Glue

Pasta – rotini, bow tie, penne – something that will hold up well in a casserole and will hold the sauce – cook per the box directions minus a minute or three – I used approximately 3 cups of bow ties

A few dashes of Tabasco

Salt and pepper to taste

Directions: (heat oven to 375)

This is easy: mix all the vegetables, the chicken and the pasta in either a large bowl or pot.  Next, put the Alfredo sauce and cream cheese in a pot to heat up – this melts the cream cheese into the sauce.  Take the sauce off the heat and add the sour cream and Tabasco.  Lastly, pour the sauce over the veggie/chicken/pasta, stir and pour into a greased casserole dish.  Cover with tin foil and put into the oven for about 40 minutes.  Take the foil off and continue cooking for another 5-10 minutes.

Serve up and enjoy!!!

~Trisha~

Not pretty but super delish!

Working for the Weekend?

Dr. Dyer, in his book, 10 Secrets for Success and Inner Peace, states that whatever your passion is, “you can make a living doing it.” I have my fingers crossed that this is true. I am one of those people who is always working for the weekend, eyeing that prize starting on about…Monday. We often plan something to do on Fridays just to give us something to look forward to in order to “get through” the week. My passion no longer lies in my current job, and it’s getting harder and harder to do it by the day. Unfortunately, in my place of employment, there is some discrepancy between my morals and ideals and those of my employers which does not help the situation. What has helped is distancing myself. For so long, I was very emotionally involved in my job – I wanted to fix everything, to be a miracle worker, and it was a very stressful way of working. My whole world revolved around this job, not just my time at work, but my own time at home as well.

As sad as this might be, I now look at my job as just that, a  job, a means to an end, that end being my own business centred around my passion. Sure, I could try to find another job, but that is easier said than done, and in my profession, jobs are few and far between with fierce competition. Not to mention the fact, that my dreams and passion now lie elsewhere.  Because of this, I’m in the process of following my passion, and trusting it will turn out the way it’s supposed to. It already feels better. To know that, very soon, I’m going to be doing what I want, how I want, and it’s going to benefit not only myself but others as well, is very empowering. I am Woman, Hear Me Roar is exactly how I feel!

This week was a bit rougher than usual, and a lot of that may have to do with my heart just not being in it anymore, but I figured I’d write this post (even though it’s not all that cheery) because I’m sure I’m not the only person experiencing these kinds of feelings regarding a job. In the past, I would have complained, and made no effort to do anything about it simply because “doing something,” seemed too hard and the fear of the unknown was frightening. Regardless of how bad it was, it was “easier” to just stay there and suck it up. Well, those days are over. It may be easier, but as I mentioned in a previous post, I can no longer let someone else dictate what my song is. Life is too short to do something that does not make you feel good inside, to go through the motions day after day like a robot, no feelings, no joy, no passion.

In the meantime, to get through my workdays until my business takes off, I do a few things to help me cope and keep the positive vibes flowing:

  1. Bring my business journal to work. Just bringing it to work (many times I don’t even have the time to jot ideas in it), makes me feel connected to my passion and my goal.
  2. Listen to a Zen relaxation CD as soon as I get to work, and during my lunch. The sounds of birds chirping, waterfalls, chimes, gentle music slows down my mind, and really does help me to relax. It’s like an little escape from the hustle and bustle of my workday.
  3. Read a particularly inspiring chapter from one of my favourite books (which is always in my purse). This chapter is the one that jump started everything regarding following my passion.
  4. I haven’t implemented this one yet, but I’m hoping to soon, especially with the fresh fall air just around the corner – going for a walk during my lunch hour. A little dose of Mother Nature is medicine for the soul.
  5. Remind myself why I’m still there using the mantra, “a means to an end.” My sister has actually texted me this phrase after a particularly difficult day. Believe it or not, it helps me to refocus.
  6. This one may same weird, but it works for me. I sometimes peruse baking/cooking websites while on my lunch. There’s something comforting and homey about looking at recipes, and these kinds of websites tend to be very visually appealing.

On a sidenote, on one particularly stressful day, I got an instant stress headache after a very taxing episode. When I got home, I immediately put a hot beanbag type thing on my eyes, laid down with one of my meditations, and within maybe half an hour, my headache began to ease up which for me, was a mini miracle. I am the type of person who gets headaches that last, on average, at least two days, and when I get one, I’m unable to function. So let this be a testimonial to the benefits of meditation!

Back on track, I’m sure there are plenty of people out there who love their jobs, but for those of us with a less than amicable relationship with it, what do you do to help you get through your day?

~Carolyn

Lists, lists, lists, oh and more lists!

Hello, my name is Trisha, and I am a compulsive list maker.  I have been making lists for as long as I can remember.  I have notebooks filled with lists all over my apartment, on my coffee table, under my coffee table, on my desk, in my desk, in my handbag (I have 3 little memo books in there for lists).  My BlackBerry Memo section is filled with running lists: Blog Post Ideas, Books to Get, Gift Ideas, Good Restaurants, LCBO list, Movies to See, Shopping List, Songs to Download, Things to Check (i.e. Google) and Things to Look Up (not too sure why I have this last one since it’s clearly the same as the previous list!).  I’ve even been known to make a list of the lists that I need to make.  Out of control you say?  I agree, sort of.

It’s kind of become a bit of a joke, all of my list making. It’s like I have an innate need to make these lists and when I don’t, I just seem to flounder; my head is all over the place, and I really don’t get anything done.

Take this morning, for instance. I was sitting on my sofa thinking of all the things I need to get done and was feeling a bit overwhelmed.  There was really no reason to feel that way since it is Saturday, I have all day to do everything, and none of it is really that pressing.  But, I got the usual panicky, flustered feeling and went to my bag, grabbed my pen, pulled my big notebook out from under the coffee table, and started writing.  It was while I was in the middle of writing my Saturday To Do List “cleaning” entry that the idea for this post came to me.  You see, I didn’t just write “clean apt.” No, I wrote “clean apt.” and then continued to make a sub-list breaking down exactly what I need to do in order to clean my apartment because my apartment is so huge, and I clearly need direction on what needs to get done (heavy sarcasm here).

Although I’ve been making lists for a long time, it became really out of control back when I was in therapy (yes, I was in therapy, there I said it – but really, who hasn’t been?).  My therapist not only supported my list making, she encouraged me to take it to a new level by making a list of everything that I needed to do each and every day.  My lists changed from regular goal oriented and weekly lists to lists containing things like showering and eating breakfast.  It was slightly (or not so slightly) ridiculous, but I did it.  And, I still do, to an extent.

Over the past couple of years, I’ve been, as I’ve mentioned before, reading a lot about the Tao, in particular Dr. Wayne Dyer books.  He encourages people to be less structured, to basically allow life to happen by not planning so much – to go with the flow so to speak.  To say that is not me is a huge understatement.  I’m most certainly not a fly by the seat of my pants type person; I like structure, I like plans, so just going with the flow is quite difficult for me.  Having a free day ahead of me without having a plan of some sort of how I’m going to use it, throws me.

I have tried, though, to curb my list making, I really have.  Oh, I still make lists, just not on a daily basis.  I have to say, I love having a long list of things to do and being able to cross them off as I go; it feels like I’ve accomplished something.  Now, however, I don’t go into a tailspin if I don’t finish everything on the list; I know that there will be another day to finish whatever is left, that the world won’t come to an end just because my storage room didn’t get cleared out that day.

One thing is for sure, I will never give up my list making and that is not a bad thing, it’s not.  In a perfect world, living on the fly and just letting life happen would be great.  I don’t happen to live in that world.  My world, my life, is busy, and at times, quite hectic; there’s nothing like a well laid out list to ground things, to put things into perspective for me, to show me what needs to be done now and what can wait for a little while –  even if it is on my list.

~Trisha~

Happy New Year?

Labour Day Weekend, the last long weekend of the summer. Ahhh I remember this holiday from my youth so well. It was such a bittersweet long weekend. So many mixed emotions I had for this holiday as a child.

Part of me loved it because it was a girly weekend tradition for so many years. My Dad and my uncle would take off out of town to a car show, and it’d be just me, my sister, and Mom, bonding over good food and good times. Then, of course, the staple of that weekend was the Jerry Lewis Telethon. Even as a kid, I felt so much emotion seeing those firefighters waltz onto that stage with their oversized cheques, the big dramatic number change on the tote board. The down side of the holiday was the hot/cold feeling I got about going back to school. Excited to see my friends, but sad to have to go to school to do it (we lived in a pretty rural area and our friends were not a hop, skip, and a jump away). It was so hard to give up sleeping in, the freedom to do whatever I wanted when I wanted, the two months of carefree living in the lazy hazy days of summer. There was some excitement in getting all of my stationary ready and organized to a T. Same with getting my first day of school outfit ready. I remember some years, it was still pretty hot on that first day of school (even in Canada), but I was bound and determined to wear that new Fall outfit – nevermind the fact that it was better suited to 5 degrees Celsius temperatures.

As an adult, I still tend to get those feelings around this time of year. For some reason, the last long weekend of summer is a bit sad, perhaps because, for many people, it signals the end of summer; not technically, but practically. For many of us, it also signifies back-to-the-ole-routine time. It’s so nice to live a little slower during the summer months, to feel like, for just a couple of months, everything’s not so rushed.

But, onto Fall we must go, and I’m not complaining. Fall’s a beautiful season, and living in a climate in which I get to enjoy all four seasons, each season feels like a fresh start. Au revoir, Summer 2012! I’m ready for a new beginning. On that note, Happy Mini New Year everyone!

~Carolyn

I Wish!

Wow. It’s a whole lot harder to blog daily when you go back to work. I was getting pretty used to waking up, getting a cup of coffee, sitting down in front of my computer, reading other people’s blogs, and writing posts for my own. What a slap in the face going back to work was! How dare work get in the way of my new hobby. I’ve felt such guilt for neglecting my “baby” this week. Schedules? They seem so overrated to me now.

My Dad also called the other day with almost-good-news; he had 5 out of 7 numbers on a lottery ticket. Amazingly, having all numbers except for two will get you…nada. Not even a free ticket. Oh well, it’s a sign that the big one’s on the way, and then, AND THEN? I can get up in the morning whenever my heart desires, plop down in front of the laptop, write an inspiring (?) piece for my blog, run my own business from the comfort of my home, do what I want, when I want. Yep. That is my dream. What’s yours?

~Carolyn

Wishes 1

Wishing Upon a Star!

The Many Branches of an Old Family Tree

The Mighty Oak!

A couple of weeks ago, I was talking with my parents when the subject of our family history came up.  My father said he didn’t want to sound morbid or anything, but that documenting our family’s history before there is no one left to tell it would be a good idea.  Since my parents are fascinated with my ability to pull up information at the drop of a hat via Google (I am a master Googler), I opened up my laptop and thought I would delight them with my skills, and started searching for information and/or records of our family on an ancestry website.

Well, sadly, my skills fell flat because I wasn’t a paying customer and would need to register. I cut that exercise short and instead, started playing 20 Questions.  You see the thing about my family is that in its current state, it’s quite small.  Obviously, there are many, many family members from the past, but sadly I never met most of them.  Something as simple as my grandparents’ full names was not common knowledge in my head, I needed information.  A few names, birth dates and birth places turned out to be a good start.

Later that day, I registered on the family tree website, started my tree and began digging around.  It didn’t take very long before I got a couple of hits.  To say I was excited is an understatement.  The first document I found was the baptism registry for my maternal grandmother; the second document was the 1911 Census for my paternal grandfather (he was 2 ½ months old!).  I was so surprised and happy that I called my parents to tell them what I’d found.  I have to say, I think I was more excited than they were, but then again, these were their parents; they knew them and grew up with them, whereas I never knew them.

Over the past couple of weeks, I have come up with all sorts of information and documents such as my great-great-grandparents’ names which doesn’t sound like much, but I had no idea what they were until a week ago.  I even got to see the passenger registry from when my great-great-grandfather came over to Canada from Finland by way of England.  It was very surreal.

I never met most of these people that I’m researching and searching out.  I can’t put faces to the names, and I don’t have many, or any, stories to go with them, yet.  These names that are popping up on my computer screen are names of my family, family I never got the chance to meet.  They are my history.  I know that I’ve only just begun this project, but I’m happy with my progress so far and I don’t intend to stop.

My next step will be to start getting that history, the stories, from my parents and anyone else who is willing to share their memories with me.  It seems like the older I get, the more I want to know where and how our family began.  It’s a lot of work sifting through all the hints and documents, but it’s definitely worth it.

If you’re interested in starting your own family tree, I have few hints and tips that I’ve picked up from my, so-far, short stint as an amateur detective.

  1. First, write down all of the information that you already know such as your grandparents’ names, maiden names, dates of birth, etc.  It’ll give you an idea of what is missing and if you’re like me, you’ll see that a lot more information is still needed.
  2. Next, start asking questions, and write down everything that you’re told.  It might not seem important, but trust me on this, you will probably need it.  You’ll find when you’re searching through documents, that it’s the small details you’ve been told that will help you to determine whether the information you’ve found is about your family member or not.
  3. If you’re using a site dedicated to documenting your family history, put ALL the information that you have in the search engine because that’s how you get hints from them.  That’s not to say that all the hints or hits you get will be relevant.  In fact, 90 percent of the ones that I’ve received so far are duds, but following this tip helps to narrow the results from hundreds of results to maybe a page of results.
  4. Be patient.  Most of what you’re going to find, like I said in number 3, will not be relevant to your family.  Keep looking.  Patience will also be required when you do get hits on documents.  You see, by law most documents cannot be made public for a certain amount of time.  For instance, Censuses can’t be made public for 100 years.  Well, 100 years ago most everything was handwritten, and I’m telling you, it’s not easy to read!  Take your time, read and re-read the documents, and chances are, you’ll see what you’re hoping to see.
  5. My last tip is to go outside of the site to look for information.  I did just that and found out tons of details that were missing for a lot of the people on my tree so far, specifically dates of birth and dates of death.  After Googling a number of different things, namely obituaries, I came up with a great site listing all of the registered deaths of Finlanders in my hometown.  Bear in mind, I found this site on something like the fourth or fifth page – remember, Google always comes up with more than one page on a search!  So dig, dig, dig.

More than anything have fun with it, enjoy the process.  This isn’t going to be done in a day or a week or a month, this is going to take time.

What started out as a quick search has turned into a bit of a project for me, and I’m happy to do it.  I’m finding out about my family, my history, the story of how our family came to be our family.

~Trisha~

A Summer Weekend

Aaaah, summer!

What is it about a summer weekend and the way they seem to go so quickly?  It seems like I just left work and already it’s Monday morning, and I’m here getting ready for work again.

It was a wonderful weekend and I’m sad that it’s over, but I have great memories to take with me.  I know that technically, weekends don’t go any faster than any other day of the week, it just seems like they do.  We are all out and about and doing things we enjoy as opposed to when we’re at work, doing the same old, same old (or at least that’s how it is for me!), and the days move so much more slowly.  In the winter, unless you’re a snow bunny, more people stay indoors and closer to home, and the weekends don’t rush by like a warm activity-filled summer one.  In the summer, it’s all about barbecues, dinners, lazing around on balconies and patios enjoying good food and friends and the weather.  What is there not to like about a summer weekend?  That’s probably why I hate to see them end, and why I’m always just a little bit lonely when they’re over.

Oh, I’m not complaining – I’m thankful that I’m able to do the things I can do and am blessed with the friends and family that I have and who want me around.  All of that makes a weekend in the summer something to look forward to.  I just wish they lasted a little bit longer…

~Trisha~

A Bridge of Inspiration

On December 30, 2011, while surfing the web, I came across a news article about a 16 year old boy, Jack Jablonski (a quick Google search will provide you with pages of stories on Jack), who was checked from behind while participating in a sport he loves, hockey.  The result of that check was devastating, paralysis. Jack was told he would never walk again, let alone skate, nor would he regain the use of his arms or hands. While reading about Jack that day, I imagined what it would feel like to hear such life changing news, how it would feel to be a parent and learn that your child, a child who was just beginning to blossom, was stopped cold in his tracks. Obviously, there are two ways to go with such devastating news, up or down. Jack and his family chose up.

I joined the Jack Jablonski Caring Bridge shortly after reading the story, and have been updated on his progress by his family (Mom does most of the updating) ever since. At times, I have cried out of sadness reading the journal entries. Other times, I have laughed. Mostly though, I have smiled from ear to ear reading of Jack’s progress, and yes, even with such a dire diagnosis, he has made progress, lots of it! His latest milestone? Rolling over. Other milestones have included moving his fingers, gaining some function in his arms (he can high five his friends!), and moving his left leg and ankle! Pretty freaking amazing. Some might say that some major miracles have been going on here, but not without the sheer determination and hard work of Jack himself.

The reason I am writing this post is to share with you someone who inspires me on a daily basis. A young man and his family who I have never met, but have managed to find a place in my heart. We all face what we think are massive obstacles in our daily lives, but in the grand scheme of things, they’re often not nearly as massive as we think they are. When I think of what Jack has gone through, and how he has remained so positive, so strong, so upbeat, so determined, I’m in complete awe. When I read of his progress, I cry tears of joy…for someone I have never met, but for someone who has touched my life.

Jack and his family have touched my life in a positive way since last December, and I’m attempting to share this wealth with others. They are a prime example that even when one might feel there is no way up, there always is. Jack’s leading the way (with a little help from his family, his friends, his hockey community, strangers), and he’s an inspiring person to follow…especially if, at this time in your life, you need a little support to help you along the way. Journal updates from Jack’s Caring Bridge  are sent directly to your inbox (generally, once every few weeks; just enter your email address, no fee to join), and if you like a dose of uplifting, powerful, inspiring news, that would be the place to get it. At the same time, you can add some words of support, share in Jack’s successes, and in some small way, provide inspiration to Jack his and family – full circle.

A few years ago, my father was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. While at times, it’s easy to fall into negative thinking, worry about the future, think the pitying thoughts of Why my Dad?, Jack’s story has offered me a way to put things into perspective, to be grateful for what I have, and for what my Dad still has.  The Jablonski family has helped smack me back into reality, into appreciating all the good I have in my life.

What inspires you?

~Carolyn

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omfg. so good.

if it tastes good, eat it.

AMANDA AUSTIN

Comedian. Writer. Actor.

Brittany Harrington

Cooking, Baking, Ideas and Art

Kim Constable

Author, Speaker, Yogi, Unschooling Mum

random olio

olio n. (OH-lee-oh): a miscellaneous mixture; a hodgepodge

Gen Y Idealist

I've been told my expectations out of life are too high

jamaiquina

"Living creatively means never turning the tap off. It is not about what you do, but who and how you are."

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