my art, my love and my life
is
supposed to be.
This is the whole the point!
"How can you mend a Broken Heart"
Al Green & Joss Stone
Still very excited and hopeful, but also walking through the
scared shitless part, desperately
looking to think positively! I know this kind of surgery is done every day, but
the thought that my heart will be stopped and machine breathing and pushing
blood through me, literally takes my breath away. I need to dance, laugh and celebrate! NOW"
Life gifts, chances, opportunities, breaks, typically will
not arrive gift wrapped with a bow and a gift card explaining exactly what they
are and how they will change lives. It
has taken me some time to realize after 5 years of doctors telling me no, that
I have been given the gift of a choice, the choice to say "yes" or "no". My immediate gut feeling, was no. I had heard it so many times before and learned how to take "no" with grace (kind of) and
acceptance. I know how to do “NO”.


I was brought up to blend in, never ever be
remarkable, do not attract attention, do nothing to make anyone look at you,
ladies do not ask for anything, they wait for someone to offer it. 


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| 2014 Flagler Beach sunrise walks |
I did not build my wall intentionally, but it protected my
love and spirit so well that I kept building, I have built them for years. Inside my wall I am comfortable. Inside my wall, I am in charge of my feelings. Inside my wall I cannot be hurt. Inside my wall, I get to decide who sees the
parts of me that are broken. Inside my wall I can be scared shitless, angry as
hell or frustrated beyond belief, but on
the outside my wall you will only see the parts that are acceptable, strong, and
healthy. It is not a choice I consciously
made, but I do now consciously recognize it.
It is the only way I know how to survive. I admire those that can operate “wall-less” but
I am not strong enough, I am too vulnerable to be without my walls.
I said going in on Thursday…That the worst that could
happen, is that he would say “NO” your heart is not strong enough. And, I would be no worse off than I am now. The reality was, I really wanted to have the
security an ICD would bring to my everyday life. 
Tomorrow is the day...I hope...Tomorrow is the electrophysciologist appointment, and barring any more kinks we should be able to move forward. Studio is getting organized for a summer of relaxed creating and healing! I cannot wait to get the surgery over and the creativity started!
After a long time….and I am way to embarrassed to say how
long, I headed back to the gym this morning
(Planet Fitness) and I am holding them to this “judgment free” thing! The new med cocktail and assorted other tweeks and I am feeling better than I have in a while, but with the
new cocktail, also comes the heinous side effects. For me the trade off is...less pain, more energy but miserable debilitating depression. Exercise is the only thing that helps, (unless I want to do more meds...WRONG!) but OMG it is so hard to get started again. A week ago I began with walking, now adding strength training at the gym and I am feeling so much better. I will be ready to sing through the ICD implant surgery
and recovery! My best medicine is coaxing those elusive endorphins into my system with exercise and
movement. It is my best solution..I am on it!
And…I want it right now….Patience is not one of my strong
suits! I have spent a life time
practicing the long honored tradition of setting goals, planning , nose to the grind
stone, working to achieve them, and sometimes, sometimes NOT reaching the
goal. I think it is time to let go of
the long range plans and get into the now.
I want to feel good NOW…I want to love NOW…I want to play NOW…I want to
celebrate my NOW by doing everything I love.
The art center must have dug out these oldies but goodies
for “in between” wall décor before the next exhibition is hung. I remember the day we painted them, and I
cannot help but laugh out loud! What fun
and wonderful memories they bring back!
One whole day, oodles of free paint, great creative friends, flowing wine,
yards and yards and yards of canvas and a Jackson Pollock Abstract Expressionism
video, we were primed, wined and ready to paint. It was a full day of no
expectations, just canvas, paint and exuberant expression. It was so much fun!
If I give away my power, I also give them the power to take it away from me.