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Newsletter Vol. # 57 That's how I see it!

 Newsletter Vol.  # 57     That's how I see it!

Getting Started

2:00 AM came early- an hour too early! The alarm was set for 3:00 AM but there I was wide-awake and not a bit happy with my inability to sleep. However, my early wake-up, beating the alarm by an hour, was not really unexpected--I don't do well with early flights. Having slept in once, my body refuses to forget that terrible "Oh _ _ _ _, everything is ruined and out of kilter, what a loser" feeling. So I am up at 2:00 AM for a 5:00 AM flight to the Caymans. But besides the fear of sleeping in, I am carrying a secret burden. In my suitcase I am carrying my sons new Hilti router and laser (something or other) and in my carry-on (as directed by a West jet employee) piece of luggage, I have what feels like a doomsday package, the dreaded lithium batteries. So I'm up at 2:00, leave the house by 3:00, for a 5:00 AM flight and hoping they let me on the plane with my lithium batteries.

Oh brother! All that fuss and worry about sleeping in and lithium batteries turned out to be just that, useless worrying. My suitcase came in at 50.8 pounds and my golf bag, where most of my clothes and shoes were stashed because my suitcase was full of tools, came in at 48 pounds. I sailed through security and onto the safety of seat 18 A where I promptly fell asleep for most of the flight to Toronto.

2 1/2 hours to Toronto, 3 1/2 hours to Cayman and we landed. As I stepped out of the plane the warm air hit me like a wall, I closed my eyes and really savoured the moment. For a brief moment I sincerely hoped it was not snowing back home. (Ok I didn't think of back home at all).

Brad is there to meet me; we stop at P'D's rest. /bar for a nacho snack and a couple of beers, and my holiday begins.

You know you're getting old when you feel bad in the morning, without having had any fun the night before!

For you Ray

Wholesome (a News Years Resolution for 2017)
     Getting fired, or being asked not to coach the Little League team, or being rejected by a lover leaves one feeling really poorly about oneself. "What's wrong with me?" gets asked. It's a blow to ones ego and we just don't get over it quickly. What we need to do is grieve the "loss" of ones ego and with time let go of the hurt.
     I have had the privilege of having talked with a great many people who have lived the experience of having their ego crushed by life's events. The after effects sometimes include: they become negative, dissatisfied, beat themselves up, doubt their abilities, "awfulize" many parts of their life - they do a real number on themselves.
     If one is to get back on track and build ones self-esteem back up after a difficult experience, it certainly isn't by tearing oneself down or in behaving in ways that don't make you feel proud of your self.
      So don't continue to tear your self down - instead build your self up.
Do good things for self and others and give yourself strokes for doing that.
     One of the ways to look at this "building up of oneself" to regain confidence is by doing something I have been promoting for many years, and that is - depend on your self for the strokes you need to feel better, confident, healthy.
     We really can't depend on others for the majority of *strokes we need, we can't become dependent on medication to get us through the bad times/feelings, and we can't fill our lives with what are called "Distracters" - gambling, drinking, sex, over-work. No! We need to do wholesome things and activities. "Things" that we see as being good for self and others and then giving self strokes for doing them. Wholesome things like being professional about your work, caring about others, taking care of self - working out, eating properly, doing fun things with people you care about (partner, kids, friends). Remember:

              Wholesome is strokeable

*Dan Rosin, Communication and Relationships (not yet released)

Are Old People the Only Ones With Dementia?

     Recently, I went to McDonald's and I saw on the menu that you could have an order of 6, 9 or 12 Chicken McNuggets. I asked for a half dozen nuggets. "We don't have half dozen nuggets," said the teenager at the counter. "You don't?" I replied. "We only have six, nine, or twelve, was the reply." " So I can't order half dozen nuggets, but I can order six?" "That's right." So I shook my head and ordered six McNuggets (Unbelievable but sadly true...)
     Must have been the same person when I asked for sweetener and she said they didn't have any, only Splenda and sugar.
And they think they are worth $15.00 per hour

Reader Response

This response was to the article, "If You're Sick Stay Home But If You're Not..."In the last newsletter #56

I'm 82 years old and I have never, to my recall, taken a "sick day" off work. I didn't always feel "top of the morning" and I've always enjoyed the jobs, careers, and professions I've been involved in.

Richard Lathrop wrote a book back in the 1960s (I think) called, "Go Hire Yourself a Different Employer."

I've lived by that principle pretty well all my life. I've changed jobs, careers, and professions a number of times and in 1975 I became "full time" self-employed in the business I still practice 3 days per week.

I love what I do and I believe that, to a great degree, helps me to stay well and to remain "on the job" that I'm engaged in.

The key is, I believe, SELF-CARE; finding ways to get my needs met and my "energy bucket" filled, to use Virginia Satir's energy metaphor.
Be well, be blest and enjoy your Cayman Islands stay.


PS - I enjoy your News Letter and look forward to your "refreshed" return when you get back.

Also, I did not know just how gross the abuse of "sick days" has been. I knew it was being abused but not to the extent that you and Nancy (McDonald "The Sick Day Scam") expressed in this issue(#56).

Mid-life is when you go to the doctor and you realize you are now so old; you have to pay someone to look at you naked.

Extremely Important

If anyone knows of a space that is available for use by a small theatre company (6 people) to prepare for the Fringe Festival in July-please let me know!

We would need the space once or twice in February and quite often in May-June leading up to the Festival in mid-July. Remuneration would have to be small as there certainly is no money in doing the Fringe Festival. 

Brenda Ueland

Listening is a magnet, a strange creative force. The people who listen to us are the ones we move toward, and we want to sit in their radius. When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand.

I discovered this a few years ago. Before that, when I went to a party I would "try hard, be lively!" But now I tell myself to listen with affection to anyone who talks to me. This person is showing me his soul. He is a little dry and meagre and full of grinding talk just now, but soon he will begin to show his true self; he will be wonderfully alive.

Happy New Year!