Trying to let go of the shame my disability can make me feel, especially when I am unable to complete certain tasks. It can be really disheartening feeling like you live in a world that wasn't designed for you.
Dear Amber, Lol! This just proves what we all always knew about you! You are an old sole and we love it and you. Enjoy your fabulous adventure. Write us and tell us everything. It will be wonderful to see it through your soulful eyes. Me, I’m usually looking to let go of fear of possible future horrors and enjoy what I have today instead. So I will carry on with that. Stay safe and well everyone♥️
I read this post aloud to my husband Peter as we’re driving to the beach on LBI the Jersey Shore and the link about Grandma Gatewood’s hiking 🥾 the Appalachian Trail in 1955, and when I got to the part about your 6.5 shoe size Peter exclaimed “Oh my goodness, her feet are tiny!”
Hope you have the best time hiking the Dolomites.
I’m letting go of my dream for our surrogate to have a Birth Center birth or birth with a midwife in the hospital, as she wants an epidural and didn’t like the midwife who delivers at Cedars Sinai. Also letting go of my terribleness at road trips. We drove from Iowa to NJ while working for three days in a row and I had a breakdown leaving Pittsburgh when Peter was still on work calls on his laptop and I was driving and the GPS took us 19 miles in the wrong direction and I missed the turn for Pennsylvania Turnpike and screamed at Peter I’m not great at driving places I’ve never been and getting lost. 😞 I walked away and found a giant Aspen tree with wet grass and walked barefoot and cried and called my first husband Frank who explained I’ve always been rubbish at road trips- they trigger my PTSD and nothing is wrong with me, I just had a shitty childhood that involved being stranded on the highway driving from TN to CA all the time and my nerves aren’t built for road trips.
Frank and I used to drive in his father’s BMW from Germany to Toscana every summer and Frank used to be a rally race car driver for BMW back in Germany and I’ve always done poorly on road trips- so we figured out the secret was Klonopin- If I knocked myself out and put the seat back Frank could go as fast as his heart’s desire across the Alps. And not that you’re driving from Germany to Italy but if you ever do- go through Switzerland not Austria. The Brenner Pass is terrifying- a highway on stilts attached to the mountain with nothing below you but thousands of feet down.
You insole story reminds me of all the times I panicked thinking I'd lost my retainer lol. Glad you found it!
This week, I'm letting go of a decade of working in the public system as a school psychologist, with mixed emotions. I've always loved the opportunity to provide much needed service to those who wouldn't be afford it otherwise, but the conservative government (Ontario, Canada) has been steadily starving the beast and the funding and resource cuts are ruining the ability to do the work properly 😢. Hopefully some day positions like mine will be valued/funded again...
To be fair, it actually started as his joke many years ago when he introduced me as his current wife. I laughed very hard. So while I can’t take credit for the joke, I absolutely have zero shame stealing it from him, as his forever wife. 💅💅🤣
Skin trays. 😂 Omgsh that sounds stressful. But what an exciting trip to prepare for!! Safe travels and enjoy!!
I sprained my ankle badly on Thursday while pulling the zero-turn mower out of a mudpit I had gotten it stuck in. I have so much to do this weekend, including prepping for my daughters 10th birthday pool party tomorrow. We have a decent sized kid-crew coming and a bum ankle is the last thing I needed! So, I'm here icing my ankle and letting go of another hiccup in plans.
Your words really hit home with me! That one crucial item we depend on to help our body get thru the day (or trip) & the panic of losing it! A claustrophobia like anxiety of trapped somewhere (in your body) lacking something we need! My contacts & glasses is what I NEED to see & get through the world. I wake up from sleeping; panicking until I reach out & find my glasses. Good luck on your trip. You may want to get another pair of those insoles that you love & inspired this piece & moment.
LOL, glad you found your pricey insole. I've thought of getting those, back when it might have made a difference, but I'm fine with wearing out my soles at my outside big toe and outside heels from my pigeon-toed stance. It never bothered me hiking. I'm so surprised with your mom however... Bravo Bonnie, for venturing on such an effort at our age! I hope you bring back lots of photos and happy tales. Enjoy!
It was turning into a gorgeous day as I stepped out from an event I was attending, and I decided to run some errands on my way to visit my mom.
When i got to her house, I looked in my purse for my phone and it wasn’t there. UGGGGH! Went back to my car, looked in every crevice, under my coat, everywhere- nada.
“OH CRAP, what if I left it in the store? What if it fell out of pocket on my purse? Called all around, including where the event was…nada. MORTIFYING.
“Hey Mom, I’m gonna go back to my car, would ya call my phone to see if it’s there out of sight?”
I go to my car, shout for her to make the call.
A muffled Rrrrring…rrrrring (yes my tone is an old-fashioned rrrrring.)
Looking frantically…
Yes…it’s in the POCKET of the coat I had thrown on the seat. I NEVER put my phone in my pocket- almost. It was turning into a gorgeous day, you see…🤪🤣
My let go: mortification.
My take-away: like those terrific people who helped you, Amber, The Universe will rise up to help you- always.💕💕🥰
Now, that was funny. Have a great time in Italy and lets hope El Guapo of Jamaica Estates doesn't blow up the world in the next two weeks. Love ya, kid.
One of my books contains a fifteenth century math problem that goes, "I am owed 3240 florins. The man indebted to me pays back one florin on the first day, two florins on the second day, three florins on the third day, and so on. How many days will it take to repay the loan?"
There was a point when I put down my notebook, convince that this was yet simply one more problem I could not solve. Then I let go of giving up and solved it. (It takes eighty days.)
Have an awesome time!
Trying to let go of the shame my disability can make me feel, especially when I am unable to complete certain tasks. It can be really disheartening feeling like you live in a world that wasn't designed for you.
Thanks Sam and thank you for sharing this let go today. ♥️
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Oh I’m so sorry, Sam. There’s a fabulous line from Silverado: The world is what you make of it, friend. If it doesn't fit, you make alteration.”
We see you making alterations- the world is your oyster.
Hashtag: mixed metaphor 🤣
Dear Amber, Lol! This just proves what we all always knew about you! You are an old sole and we love it and you. Enjoy your fabulous adventure. Write us and tell us everything. It will be wonderful to see it through your soulful eyes. Me, I’m usually looking to let go of fear of possible future horrors and enjoy what I have today instead. So I will carry on with that. Stay safe and well everyone♥️
An old sole!!! 😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣
And this is all about shoes! 👞 🤣
Pun intended, Kelly- well played!
😉♥️
I’m trying to let go of fear…and by that I don’t mean not feeling it just trying to not let it lead me.
Phew this is always a necessary and good let go! Thanks for sharing 💙
I read this post aloud to my husband Peter as we’re driving to the beach on LBI the Jersey Shore and the link about Grandma Gatewood’s hiking 🥾 the Appalachian Trail in 1955, and when I got to the part about your 6.5 shoe size Peter exclaimed “Oh my goodness, her feet are tiny!”
Hope you have the best time hiking the Dolomites.
I’m letting go of my dream for our surrogate to have a Birth Center birth or birth with a midwife in the hospital, as she wants an epidural and didn’t like the midwife who delivers at Cedars Sinai. Also letting go of my terribleness at road trips. We drove from Iowa to NJ while working for three days in a row and I had a breakdown leaving Pittsburgh when Peter was still on work calls on his laptop and I was driving and the GPS took us 19 miles in the wrong direction and I missed the turn for Pennsylvania Turnpike and screamed at Peter I’m not great at driving places I’ve never been and getting lost. 😞 I walked away and found a giant Aspen tree with wet grass and walked barefoot and cried and called my first husband Frank who explained I’ve always been rubbish at road trips- they trigger my PTSD and nothing is wrong with me, I just had a shitty childhood that involved being stranded on the highway driving from TN to CA all the time and my nerves aren’t built for road trips.
Frank and I used to drive in his father’s BMW from Germany to Toscana every summer and Frank used to be a rally race car driver for BMW back in Germany and I’ve always done poorly on road trips- so we figured out the secret was Klonopin- If I knocked myself out and put the seat back Frank could go as fast as his heart’s desire across the Alps. And not that you’re driving from Germany to Italy but if you ever do- go through Switzerland not Austria. The Brenner Pass is terrifying- a highway on stilts attached to the mountain with nothing below you but thousands of feet down.
You insole story reminds me of all the times I panicked thinking I'd lost my retainer lol. Glad you found it!
This week, I'm letting go of a decade of working in the public system as a school psychologist, with mixed emotions. I've always loved the opportunity to provide much needed service to those who wouldn't be afford it otherwise, but the conservative government (Ontario, Canada) has been steadily starving the beast and the funding and resource cuts are ruining the ability to do the work properly 😢. Hopefully some day positions like mine will be valued/funded again...
Beautiful let go Katie thank you for sharing 💕💕
“My current husband”
It’s important to remind David that this is a job he will be interviewing for until death.
To be fair, it actually started as his joke many years ago when he introduced me as his current wife. I laughed very hard. So while I can’t take credit for the joke, I absolutely have zero shame stealing it from him, as his forever wife. 💅💅🤣
What’s his is yours!
Skin trays. 😂 Omgsh that sounds stressful. But what an exciting trip to prepare for!! Safe travels and enjoy!!
I sprained my ankle badly on Thursday while pulling the zero-turn mower out of a mudpit I had gotten it stuck in. I have so much to do this weekend, including prepping for my daughters 10th birthday pool party tomorrow. We have a decent sized kid-crew coming and a bum ankle is the last thing I needed! So, I'm here icing my ankle and letting go of another hiccup in plans.
Ouch!! Hope your ankle gets better soon and happiest birthday to your daughter💋
Your words really hit home with me! That one crucial item we depend on to help our body get thru the day (or trip) & the panic of losing it! A claustrophobia like anxiety of trapped somewhere (in your body) lacking something we need! My contacts & glasses is what I NEED to see & get through the world. I wake up from sleeping; panicking until I reach out & find my glasses. Good luck on your trip. You may want to get another pair of those insoles that you love & inspired this piece & moment.
LOL, glad you found your pricey insole. I've thought of getting those, back when it might have made a difference, but I'm fine with wearing out my soles at my outside big toe and outside heels from my pigeon-toed stance. It never bothered me hiking. I'm so surprised with your mom however... Bravo Bonnie, for venturing on such an effort at our age! I hope you bring back lots of photos and happy tales. Enjoy!
🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Oh! I also noted you inherited your mom's tiny feet. :-)
These are such good let gos thank you for sharing Ida, as always 🩷
Omg I feel you once again, Amber.
It was turning into a gorgeous day as I stepped out from an event I was attending, and I decided to run some errands on my way to visit my mom.
When i got to her house, I looked in my purse for my phone and it wasn’t there. UGGGGH! Went back to my car, looked in every crevice, under my coat, everywhere- nada.
“OH CRAP, what if I left it in the store? What if it fell out of pocket on my purse? Called all around, including where the event was…nada. MORTIFYING.
“Hey Mom, I’m gonna go back to my car, would ya call my phone to see if it’s there out of sight?”
I go to my car, shout for her to make the call.
A muffled Rrrrring…rrrrring (yes my tone is an old-fashioned rrrrring.)
Looking frantically…
Yes…it’s in the POCKET of the coat I had thrown on the seat. I NEVER put my phone in my pocket- almost. It was turning into a gorgeous day, you see…🤪🤣
My let go: mortification.
My take-away: like those terrific people who helped you, Amber, The Universe will rise up to help you- always.💕💕🥰
Love to you, LITD Fam!🥰
Now, that was funny. Have a great time in Italy and lets hope El Guapo of Jamaica Estates doesn't blow up the world in the next two weeks. Love ya, kid.
One of my books contains a fifteenth century math problem that goes, "I am owed 3240 florins. The man indebted to me pays back one florin on the first day, two florins on the second day, three florins on the third day, and so on. How many days will it take to repay the loan?"
There was a point when I put down my notebook, convince that this was yet simply one more problem I could not solve. Then I let go of giving up and solved it. (It takes eighty days.)