Changing my mindset

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I’ve noticed over the years a quote will be brought to my attention, and the words, how they are perceived by me, feel like something that may have a profound affect on my life, and excitement is felt.

A short time later the feeling is gone and maybe the search is on for another quote, without even realizing it.

Maybe 365 quotes later, my mindset hasn’t changed at all, my frustration level may have though.

I have no desire to experience the ups and downs that come with constantly looking for a mantra because I don’t realize my life is a work in progress. It takes time to change. I give myself permission to be human.

The quote below is slowly having an affect on me, and at this point in time, these are the most important set of words I know. My mindset feels stronger!

“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me’ “ Erma Bombeck

3 years as a caregiver

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On January 24, 2016, my life changed. At the time mom was 87 and her husband was 88 years old, and they needed help. 93% of my time since that day has been spent here. Relatives that live close have given me breaks, thus the 7%.

The decision to assume the responsibility came easy, the job has been both rewarding and painful for me.

I’m proud of my decision to do the work and proud of my attitude most of the time, but not all of it. The attitude that will pass my level of acceptance is coming.

Mom and I walk together often.

Flagstaff photos taken in 2013

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thank you Casey Kasem


I don’t know what Casey Kasem meant by this, but I realized today, what it means to me.

Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars.

For me it means to make sure the responsibilities I created or accepted are handled, but when I can, get out there and do some stuff!

the anatomy of my time in 2018

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There are 8760 hours in a year, 365 days

Here is a rough, for me, estimate for 2018.

  • 2920 hours sleeping
  • 912 eating
  • 900 for mom
  • 1056 walking
  • 900 household chores
  • 730 on social media
  • 520 on trips west
  • 730 for Netflix, reading and other forms of exercise besides walking.

8668 hours in this guesstimate. That leaves 92 hours for the year to do other stuff and that converts to about 15 minutes a day.

So, if I want to consider another task or two to put in the mix, it will take some decisions.

Should I not sleep so much? Maybe not eat as often? Ignore mom some?

This is approximate and put together quickly, but may show some of the things that need considering, if I want to do more stuff.

Begins with the one step

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Some folks say planning to do something is the first step. For me, taking the first step is physical.

Symbolic gesture – Down syndrome

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3/21 (March 21st) has been designated by the United Nations as “World Down Syndrome Day.”

As a purely symbolic gesture, my on foot miles will be as close to 3.21 miles, per session, as possible.

The time jogging/walking and watching the Charity Miles application may help my cognitive health. (physical and mental exercise)

from Mister Rogers

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“There is no should or should not when it comes to having feelings. They’re part of who we are and their origins are beyond our control. When we can believe that, we may find it easier to make constructive choices about what to do with those feelings.”

” Whatever we choose to imagine can be as private as we want it to be. Nobody knows what you’re thinking or feeling unless you share it.”

Mister Rogers

my walking

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It is my belief that walking is one of the best forms of exercise for me. My age, along with some pain, point me in that direction. On occasion, slow jogging partially fulfills my wish to run again.

The respectful peace on the road is soothing, and the occasional acknowledgment from a passerby is welcome.

the energy in a Special Olympian

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Loving the energy that comes from being with Special Olympians and their parents and siblings.

It’s been a blessing to connect, spend time and become friends with these beautiful souls.

The power of exercise glows from them and inspires me.

This is the motto of the Special Olympics Athletes; “Let me win. But if I cannot win, let me be brave in the attempt.”

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