Saturday, January 13, 2018

A Message from A Very Special Lady

A Bit of Life Advice from the Late Holly Butcher

A bit of life advice from Hol:
It’s a strange thing to realise and accept your mortality at 26 years young. It’s just one of those things you ignore. The days tick by and you just expect they will keep on coming; Until the unexpected happens. I always imagined myself growing old, wrinkled and grey- most likely caused by the beautiful family (lots of kiddies) I planned on building with the love of my life. I want that so bad it hurts.
That’s the thing about life; It is fragile, precious and unpredictable and each day is a gift, not a given right.
I’m 27 now. I don’t want to go. I love my life. I am happy.. I owe that to my loved ones. But the control is out of my hands.
I haven’t started this ‘note before I die’ so that death is feared - I like the fact that we are mostly ignorant to it’s inevitability.. Except when I want to talk about it and it is treated like a ‘taboo’ topic that will never happen to any of us.. That’s been a bit tough. I just want people to stop worrying so much about the small, meaningless stresses in life and try to remember that we all have the same fate after it all so do what you can to make your time feel worthy and great, minus the bullshit.
I have dropped lots of my thoughts below as I have had a lot of time to ponder life these last few months. Of course it’s the middle of the night when these random things pop in my head most!
Those times you are whinging about ridiculous things (something I have noticed so much these past few months), just think about someone who is really facing a problem. Be grateful for your minor issue and get over it. It’s okay to acknowledge that something is annoying but try not to carry on about it and negatively effect other people’s days.
Once you do that, get out there and take a freaking big breath of that fresh Aussie air deep in your lungs, look at how blue the sky is and how green the trees are; It is so beautiful. Think how lucky you are to be able to do just that - breathe.
You might have got caught in bad traffic today, or had a bad sleep because your beautiful babies kept you awake, or your hairdresser cut your hair too short. Your new fake nails might have got a chip, your boobs are too small, or you have cellulite on your arse and your belly is wobbling.
Let all that shit go.. I swear you will not be thinking of those things when it is your turn to go. It is all SO insignificant when you look at life as a whole. I’m watching my body waste away right before my eyes with nothing I can do about it and all I wish for now is that I could have just one more Birthday or Christmas with my family, or just one more day with my partner and dog. Just one more.
I hear people complaining about how terrible work is or about how hard it is to exercise - Be grateful you are physically able to. Work and exercise may seem like such trivial things ... until your body doesn’t allow you to do either of them.
I tried to live a healthy life, in fact, that was probably my major passion. Appreciate your good health and functioning body- even if it isn’t your ideal size. Look after it and embrace how amazing it is. Move it and nourish it with fresh food. Don’t obsess over it.
Remember there are more aspects to good health than the physical body.. work just as hard on finding your mental, emotional and spiritual happiness too. That way you might realise just how insignificant and unimportant having this stupidly portrayed perfect social media body really is.. While on this topic, delete any account that pops up on your news feeds that gives you any sense of feeling shit about yourself. Friend or not.. Be ruthless for your own well-being.
Be grateful for each day you don’t have pain and even the days where you are unwell with man flu, a sore back or a sprained ankle, accept it is shit but be thankful it isn’t life threatening and will go away.
Whinge less, people! .. And help each other more.
Give, give, give. It is true that you gain more happiness doing things for others than doing them for yourself. I wish I did this more. Since I have been sick, I have met the most incredibly giving and kind people and been the receiver of the most thoughtful and loving words and support from my family, friends and strangers; More than I could I ever give in return. I will never forget this and will be forever grateful to all of these people.
It is a weird thing having money to spend at the end.. when you’re dying. It’s not a time you go out and buy material things that you usually would, like a new dress. It makes you think how silly it is that we think it is worth spending so much money on new clothes and ‘things’ in our lives.
Buy your friend something kind instead of another dress, beauty product or jewellery for that next wedding. 1. No-one cares if you wear the same thing twice 2. It feels good. Take them out for a meal, or better yet, cook them a meal. Shout their coffee. Give/ buy them a plant, a massage or a candle and tell them you love them when you give it to them.
Value other people’s time. Don’t keep them waiting because you are shit at being on time. Get ready earlier if you are one of those people and appreciate that your friends want to share their time with you, not sit by themselves, waiting on a mate. You will gain respect too! Amen sister.
This year, our family agreed to do no presents and despite the tree looking rather sad and empty (I nearly cracked Christmas Eve!), it was so nice because people didn’t have the pressure of shopping and the effort went into writing a nice card for each other. Plus imagine my family trying to buy me a present knowing they would probably end up with it themselves.. strange! It might seem lame but those cards mean more to me than any impulse purchase could. Mind you, it was also easier to do in our house because we had no little kiddies there. Anyway, moral of the story- presents are not needed for a meaningful Christmas. Moving on.
Use your money on experiences.. Or at least don’t miss out on experiences because you spent all your money on material shit.
Put in the effort to do that day trip to the beach you keep putting off. Dip your feet in the water and dig your toes in the sand. Wet your face with salt water.
Get amongst nature.
Try just enjoying and being in moments rather than capturing them through the screen of your phone. Life isn’t meant to be lived through a screen nor is it about getting the perfect photo.. enjoy the bloody moment, people! Stop trying to capture it for everyone else.
Random rhetorical question. Are those several hours you spend doing your hair and make up each day or to go out for one night really worth it? I’ve never understood this about females 🤔.
Get up early sometimes and listen to the birds while you watch the beautiful colours the sun makes as it rises.
Listen to music.. really listen. Music is therapy. Old is best.
Cuddle your dog. Far out, I will miss that.
Talk to your friends. Put down your phone. Are they doing okay?
Travel if it’s your desire, don’t if it’s not.
Work to live, don’t live to work.
Seriously, do what makes your heart feel happy.
Eat the cake. Zero guilt.
Say no to things you really don’t want to do.
Don’t feel pressured to do what other people might think is a fulfilling life.. you might want a mediocre life and that is so okay.
Tell your loved ones you love them every time you get the chance and love them with everything you have.
Also, remember if something is making you miserable, you do have the power to change it - in work or love or whatever it may be. Have the guts to change. You don’t know how much time you’ve got on this earth so don’t waste it being miserable. I know that is said all the time but it couldn’t be more true.
Anyway, that’s just this one young gals life advice. Take it or leave it, I don’t mind!
Oh and one last thing, if you can, do a good deed for humanity (and myself) and start regularly donating blood. It will make you feel good with the added bonus of saving lives. I feel like it is something that is so overlooked considering every donation can save 3 lives! That is a massive impact each person can have and the process really is so simple.
Blood donation (more bags than I could keep up with counting) helped keep me alive for an extra year - a year I will be forever grateful that I got to spend it here on Earth with my family, friends and dog. A year I had some of the greatest times of my life.
..’Til we meet again.

Homeward Bound

On January 23rd I will be heading home to the little house to take time off and find work there.  It has been a long, cold assignment here in northeast Wisconsin!  My heart is just not in it anymore.  I am wanting to be home living simply in small town America.

I know that they are having a really BIG snowstorm in western NY right now.  A dear friend called to check to see if I was on the road back home; she brought me up to speed on the weather in small town America.  Thank God, I will miss all that. 

You know in my mind's eye I see my back and side yards that are so needing worked  I don't see them as the massive snow drifts that they are at this moment in time.  It is going to be a good while before I can get to work on that project, unfortunately.  I know that I can do it though so I am looking forward to that work out.

Sign me, Counting the days until I get back to the little house, M

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Off on Another Adventure

It was the 25th of September and my assignment in PA had ended.  I had packed up my car and off I went to see the country!  What a lovely time, I thought to myself.  Of course, traffic was quite a challenge for me.  My dogs were whining and I had so much stuff in the  I wished I had gone to the little house first to drop off my gear.  I headed down the road with that idea firmly nagging me from the back of my mind.

The days were warm and the driving was easy from the outset.  I had picked up several dogs that needed delivered along my route.  It was fun and games with my dogs being a bigger pain in the neck than either of the ride along canines ever could be.

By the time I crossed down into North Carolina I was exhausted to say the least.  It was late when I picked up the third dog in Elizabeth City that needed delivered to the west coast.  The poor thing was kind of bony and yet she was eager to hop up into the crate that I had brought along for her.  Queenie had been at the shelter for quite a while after her owner had lost her home.  After she was all settled I headed south again stopping briefly at a mini mart for some diet Mountain Dew and some munchies. I did ask the cashier if it was a safe place to park and wait for the sun to come up.  She cautioned me to park close to the front door and be wary of the beggars.  It was not safe to be on the end of the building as there were no cameras where I had parked.  

When I came out of the mini mart a panhandler asked me for change.  I gave his what I had in my pocket.  He wanted to chat but I thought that was a little odd.  Thinking that I looked away and I noticed two low lives trying to slide up on my I hit the car alarm button on my key fob.  The alarm scared them off very quickly!  I kept it wailing until I got safely in my van.  Fayetteville, NC is forever a part of my a result.

Sign me, off on another adventure, M

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Rest Without Recreation

I spent the weekend resting here at the apartment.  Miss Punkin was spayed on Friday morning so we had a very quiet time; Little Dude and I rested the whole time she was gone.  It was very quiet until she arrived back at 11:00 am Saturday morning.  Although I must admit she was somewhat subdued compared to her usual feisty

I have been thinking about taking the winter off so I can take care of the little house.  It seems to go down hill every time it is left empty like that.  I know it won't be long before it falls in if it is not kept up.  It is a simple shanty but it is all I have for shelter and refuge when I stop working to retire.

Today, I found out that a young man from the Rez had died.  He was only 19 years old; I remember him when he was just in school.  He was such a very bright little fellow.  I wonder what happened to him in the years since I had seen him.  He was way too young to die.  Prayers for his mother; she is a woman in recovery.  May God help her through this time.

My goodness, it seems that I am reminded over and over that life is so short.  Each and every day is so precious.  It makes me think of a dear friend, Turhan, long gone now...he used to work away like I am.  He was hurt on the job and he told me that all he could think of was that he did not want to die alone.  He was a very spiritual man.  He came home and years later he passed away with his wife at his side.

It will be another five weeks until I am done here in NEPA.  That is time for me to think and gather my things together to return to my little place.  I have made arrangements to disperse the furniture that I won't need to take with me.  I will have enough put back to carry me through but that extra money will help me during my time off.  It is time to pray for God's direction and rest in the knowledge that I am forever in His care.  Each day is His...

Monday, August 14, 2017

Back to Work...Peace and Quiet

I drove up to the little house on Friday morning after work.  I brought a love seat and chair for the living room; the couch needed to be replaced.  Managed to get it out of the van and onto a large sheet of plastic that I could drag the chair (and love seat) around to the back door.  Maneuvering both pieces and getting them into the house took some  My tenant just had a pacemaker put in so she was having a hard time watching me work to get the pieces into the house.  Once I got that done I settled the pieces into their places; it looked very nice but I do believe that the chair is a little large for the little house.

On Saturday, the fence panels that I had ordered arrived early in the day. This gave me time to put together a dog enclosure for Little Dude and Punkin.  Again, I did way too much!  I have two piles of stones that need spread out but that is going to have to wait until next weekend.  I need a

Sign me, Worn out
Living Simpy in Small Town America