Finally Friday Announcement

With the new change in lifestyle I need to announce that we are going to be having less Finally Fridays (as you have noticed by this month alone). I am still reading the blogs, still commenting and still trying to link up as much as possible. There is still debate on having a Weekend Link post to tie up the weekends, but that has yet to be decided.

Until then, please bear with me. There are lots of changes coming!

Things I Love Thursday

There is only one thing I can think of loving this week.

Him.

 

Product Review: Wet 2 Straight

This is the Remington Wet 2 Straight Straightener. I LOVE this product and use it almost every day! I have naturally wavy hair, plus it takes me forever to dry my hair in the mornings before work, and this product helps me get my hair dry and straight!

The Wet 2 Straight helps straighten wet hair (or damp, depending on how hot you set it) and leaves it shiny once you’re done! The only downside is that if you put your hand over the top of it where the vents are (easy to do if you’re trying to juggle) you will burn your hand (just a steam burn, nothing too terrible!). I’ve been using this product for years now and it is by far the best investment in my bathroom!

There is one thing that makes this product that much better… it is only $15 at Wal-Mart (I’ve seen it for about $20 at Target and Ulta)!

 

Everything is Different

If people would’ve told me three months ago when I started this blog that my life would be totally and completely different in just a few months, I would’ve laughed at them and rolled my eyes. My life was JUST fine and did not need to change, thank you very much. Then again, I probably would’ve believed them, but would never admit it.

I’m having a hard time adjusting. I didn’t want to change before the baby was born, but now that he’s here, I want everything to change. I’m alright with things being different, but I don’t know how to change the things I want to change.

After shit hit the fan in August I started counseling. It’s free from my work (they offer it to avoid problems and lawsuits) and my counselor is able to work with me on all issues, work, family, life, and what makes me tick. In the past I’ve tried it, but it didn’t seem to help me much. Reluctantly I started, and was pleasantly surprised at the turns that it took to help me find myself. The problem was that my counselor kept telling me I needed to paint the life I wanted and go get it.

Problem was, I had no idea what I wanted. The life I had was beautiful and perfect enough at that time. I didn’t think I wanted a change.

Then baby boy came. As soon as I held him in my arms I realized that I wanted everything to change. I knew my life had just changed for the best. My mind was flooded with all the things I wanted and needed to do. I realized that things were going to be okay, but I still felt overwhelmed.

I’ve been making lists. Trying to come up with ways to write out or verbalize what I want from my life. When I get online and check Pinterest and other blogs I feel overwhelmed. There is so much I want to do, so much I want to become.

The other big thing keeping me back is where I feel totally miserable and hateful towards myself; I’m starting to exhibit signs of postpartum depression. My mother had it. My mother-in-law had it. I’ve struggled with depression for years. I know I’ll probably get it, but I hate myself when I start showing signs of it. My husband doesn’t get it. He looks at the baby and is totally in love. I’m totally in love too, but I struggle so much with trying to be happy all of the time.

Husband is awesome. He lets me sleep at night and tends to the baby, then goes to work the next day and even offers to let me nap when he gets home from work. He helps me cook dinner and when the baby is fussy he lets me do what I need to do to clear my head. My husband is amazing. Me? Not so much.

Everything is different. That’s not a bad thing. Everything needs to change, and I hope that I can handle the changes that come.

Music Monday

Joshua

There is not many people in the world who inspire me anymore. Working in the field of healthcare, you see a lot of grumpy, mean, negative, uninspiring people. However, Joshua inspires me.

I didn’t meet him at work like you’d assume I would. I met him at the indoor soccer arena.

Joshua was born without a right arm. Where a stub could be, he has a single finger that he, through the help of surgeons has gotten working again. On this left arm he has a stub, followed by what has attempted by medicine to be an elbow and a few fingers. He makes life work, playing soccer, texting, holding his baby and even working and holding a job. Joshua holding a normal life isn’t the only inspiring thing- it is his attitude about his prediciment that makes him that much more unique- he finds ways to laugh about it. He jokes about being a better goalie than most, he calls himself the T-Rex, he even jokes that the fingers he has are ALL his middle fingers and flips the bird often.

I’ve tried to think of the things in my life that I would give up doing if I were in his shoes. When the list comes to mind and I see him doing it, I don’t feel sorry for him, I start to listen. When I first met him he was angry, a doctor had suggested that he would be a poor father due to his condition. He was out to prove them wrong, and since has many, many times.

He’s strong. When people knock him down in soccer he doesn’t lie on the ground and whine like everyone else does, he jumps right back up and keeps playing.

He’s got heart. He realizes the obstacles he needs to overcome, finds a way to do them and practices it til he masters it.

He’s going places. He’s figured out how to go out and live the life he wants.

He’s better off than 90% of us, and that, inspires me.

Medical Fashion: Going Green

Medical Fashion: Going Green

So Wise

Things I Love Thursday

I’m a sucker for quotes. I’m an even bigger sucker for philosophy (Ralph Waldo Emerson is my favorite!).

Tumblr has a LOT of both!

What do YOU Love this Thursday?

Why I Blog

About four years ago now I started a blog called “Dani’s Anatomy.” I remember setting up the template and staring at a blank screen for hours, unsure of what to write. Originally inspired by my best friends blog about working in the ED, I too, wanted to share the stories from my job and my life. I just had no idea where to start.

Finally, realizing that it didn’t matter, that I had no readers anyways, I took the plunge and posted that first post.

Everything after that came easy. It became therapeutic. I followed all of the HIPAA laws, protected privacy, and gained followers as time went by. Things became fun with work, because I was focused on making the best of my shift, making it one worth writing about. Before I knew it my blog was popular in the mediblog community, and I was getting invites to participate in podcasts, I had guest bloggers on my blog, things were going well.

I changed from blogger to wordpress, gained more followers. Changed layouts. Changed job positions. My blog posts got more personal, longer, more popular. Things were going well til they weren’t.

After awhile I quit blogging. I was sick and tired of it. Of the attitudes from other  bloggers. Of the stress of blogging. So I shut it all down. Blocked the URLs, deleted the blog posts, and password protected everything. I walked away without notice, I called it quits.

I tried to start again under the blog name “Cicatrix”. It is latin for “healing over a wound”, commonly known as scars. I blogged about my life, my job, but this time something even more raw and painful- my depression and my history with SI. The community I thought I had returned to did not accept this, and again, I quit blogging.

This last year I started again, in November. I started because I missed having a place to share my thoughts, emotions and stories. I missed having something to help me. I missed the therapy of being able to write. That’s who I am, it’s what I’ve always done. I’ve always been a writer, a blogger.

Now, I blog strictly for me. I post what I want, when I want to post it. I post about my life, my likes, my dislikes, my family. It’s my space, and I’m taking this space for me.

I blog for me.