Thanksgiving

I realized today that Thanksgiving is two weeks from tomorrow. I’ve been so wrapped up in my life for the last few weeks, I haven’t had time to consider it. I’m easily frustrated and I’m very expressive. This means that when I’m not happy people know it. I want to take this opportunity to share the things that make happy.

My family – I love my family, immediate and extended. I make them crazy. They make me crazy. Without them, I would be bored and boring. They share their humor and their love with me. We share a common oddity that makes me feel welcome.

My friends – My friends have been there for me when I needed them. I hope I have done the same for them. I know some pretty amazing people with skills that cover a pretty wide knowledge base. They are also the most accepting and supportive people I could ever hope to meet.

All the silly, piddly things in my life – I am easily amused. If something small tickles my fancy, I let it make my day. This has never diminished the big things. It just gives me something to smile about when nothing major is going on. I am thankful for Silly Putty, Slinkies, Foamy the Squirrel (FYI – Foamy is NSFW and mildly offensive. He may be animated, but he’s not for children.), Doctor Who, Neil Gaiman, Stephen King, stress balls shaped like a toilet bowl (Our office cleaning staff left these on our desks months ago. Mine has given me bliss and giggles.), anything that strikes my fancy at any given moment. My daily moments of bliss keep me sane. If they make someone laugh at me, at least I’m sharing the wealth.

What are you thankful for? Please share it in the comments!

Earthquake? Yup.

Maine is not exactly the center of earthquake activity. I’ve lived here for 26 years and I’ve felt a total of 3. The first 2 were nothing. In both cases, I had to ask other people if they felt something because I thought I was suffering vertigo. Today was different. We ranked a whole 4.0 on the Richter Scale.

My Facebook feed exploded with friends, family, and co-workers exclaiming, “Earthquake! Did you feel it?” I include myself in this grand explosion of status updates. We’re not used to it and we’re excited. If you’re from California or some other state where earthquakes are a daily life event, you’re probably wondering why we care so much.

Thinking about how the earthquake elite must be laughing, I was a bit embarrassed. Then I remembered the last time it snowed in Georgia. A few inches of snow shut them down for days. Not hours. Not a day. DAYS! We of the falling temperatures and rising snow banks laughed and laughed. We took photos of our snow banks and said things like, “Hah! You should try a Maine winter and see what real snow looks like. We don’t even shovel it if there’s less than 3 inches!” (That last part is, sadly, true. I refused to shovel snow last winter unless we had at least 3 inches. I didn’t see the point.) With that in mind, I am far less humiliated by my giddy response to the unbalanced washing machine noises and shaking building.

This was my semi-weekly reminder that it’s all about perspective. So, please take some joy from my earthquake giddiness. It will make me feel less guilty when I get a kick out of your response to snow this winter.

Scars R Sexy

I was diagnosed with depression in college. By that point, I had been living with depression symptoms for around 5 years. I was never suicidal, but there were times I didn’t want to live anymore. My junior year of high school was a blur of sleepless nights and hard days. Things were better some years and worse others. Eventually, my symptoms were too severe to ignore. I went to my doctor and started treatment. I’ve been off and on medication for depression ever since. Now, I’m a happy person with a husband and daughter I love more than I ever thought possible.

Do I still have bad days? Yes. Am I stronger now than when I was younger? Definitely. Depression is a medical condition. It is an aspect of my life, but it is not who I am. It does not define what I do or what I can accomplish. This is my scar.

Rockscar Love and the Live Wright Society have partnered to create Scars R Sexy. The goal is to share our scars and the people they have helped us become. They’ve created a video to get the message out. I hope you’ll give a view and consider sharing it!