LynnMarie

Grammy Nominated Artist, Storyteller & Motivational Entertainer

Close Your Eyes And Run

Last week was THAT week. The one where you don’t get enough sleep, you eat Ruffles for dinner and

hope the underwear you picked up from “the pile” is in fact clean.

But I made it through.  Sometimes, you just have to close your eyes and run, and believe that you will eventually, get out of the storm. Which I did

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James is adapting to the new crazy schedule as well, much to the love and support from The Village. Shout out to Catherine and Will & Colleen Mandell who have stepped up and become care-takers to both James and myself. (Oh, and house cleaners and grocery shoppers!) You are loved and appreciated. . , Thanks to the prayer warriors (Sara George & Sandy Ivey), I have felt every single one! And to my office mates Shaunna and Julie –  I love life with you in our little 9×12.

It’s Tuesday. And already things better and more doable than last week.

The rain has stopped in Nashville, the ground is become hard again. It always does.

Enjoy the moments.

Xo

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Friday morning reality check.

Making TV is a crazy business. Long hours. Lots of issues revolving around things like dressing rooms and make-up colors, the selection of food on the craft service table (must have a balance of Twizzlers and Organic dried edamame), and timing life down to the seconds – literally. “That take was 4.5 seconds, can we get it to 4.0?”
 
But a friend sent me this link this morning, and it brought me immediately back to what’s really important. Don’t get me wrong – working and making a living in order to eat and have a roof over your head – is definitely important. But once all that is covered… what then?
 
This article grounded me. After full week of 20 hour days and no sleep, I’m crying at my desk in gratitude. Big thanks to the mom who both shared my fear and calmed it.
 
My favorite quote was this… “In the end, success won’t be measured by academic performance or job placement. It will have more to do with accumulating small pleasures and filling your life with those. I don’t know why it never occurred to me: Your future should look like the best parts of your present.”
 
Hope you enjoy the read. Stay present.

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New

We’re tired!

James fell asleep like this, in the middle of the afternoon. Chin resting on the car door. Snoring away.

I think he’s a little wiped

out from his first week of “new”.

New school. New teachers. New routine. James needs time adjusting to “new”.

And it turns out, so might I.

Whether it’s a new house, new job, new government, new relationship – there’s an adjustment time. A period of a few days, or weeks or maybe even months where you feel slightly out of sorts and possibly crunchy.

You are not yourself and you want to punch lots of people.

For example; I was in Publix the other day and the woman in my aisle couldn’t figure out if she wanted to be on the left side or the right side and kept swerving like she was drunk and every time I went left to pass her, she went left and so on and so on and all I wanted to do was ram my cart into her backside!  (And yes, I am well aware that my current menopausal situation may be contributing to this hostel state of mind.)

What to do in those times? The only thing that I’ve found that works is to fall back on the things that make you feel good and grounded –

your favorite jeans, good friends, Netflix’s, donuts and prayer.

(Maybe not exactly in that order.) And of course – naps! James apparently understands the importance of naps.

The good news is… new becomes normal pretty quick, with just a little bit of acceptance.

All week we’ve been saying to James, “This is the new routine.” On the drive to school we ask, “James, where we are going?” He responds, “New School!”. And because he has a tendency to want to resist and sit in the parking lot, we then ask, “What do we do when we get there?” And he responds, “Walk.”  “Yes James. New school. Walk.”

This is now my own mantra and maybe yours? Fill in the blank “New ________. Walk.”

It will be natural to want to resist and sit. But keep walking. And before you know it, new becomes normal and you might just like people again. Or at least not want to run them over with a grocery cart.

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