Day 12: Ceramics, Patrick Swayze, and Solar Eclipses

Today’s celebration has do with kicking some serious butt on the wheel in pottery class. I am taking a college level ceramics class as a prerequisite for my graduate program in art therapy, and have been fumbling along  for 7 weeks now. Today we transitioned from hand-building to throwing on the wheel, and I finally found my groove. It was very inspiring to be the one in class that other students were wowed by. All that was missing was Patrick Swayze behind me with Unchained Melody playing in the background.

On a completely unrelated note, there was a very powerful new moon/solar eclipse today. This is a very auspicious time to set new intentions or start something new. It is very serendipitous that I happened to pay the deposit to reserve my spot in grad school. I’m also continuing with my intention of finding joy and nursing my body and soul back to her former glory!

With Love,

Anatheia

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Day 11: Meatloaf, Asparagus and a Case of the Mondays

Yes indeed, today I had a major case of the Mondays. It wasn’t too horrid- just enough to keep a general scowl on my face for the majority of the day. I’m guessing it started off with the fact that all three of us were a bit sleep deprived from the weekend soccer tournament. Both girls missed their buses and I had to drive them in, which in turn gave me about 10 minutes to get dressed and ready for my own class. I spent the day in a sort of daze, exacerbated by the dark skies which brought a bit of rain and hail by noon.

As I trudged on through the day, my lack of focus sent me into even more of a foul mood and left me wondering how I would turn this day around to find some beauty and joy. However, the sun slowly peaked through the clouds later in the afternoon,  warming up just enough to give me a power boost through the rest of the day.

Mondays afternoon/evenings are generally tricky between my night class and my teenager staying later after school for newspaper, usually leaving me about 30-45 minutes to get to get dinner cooked, on the table and ready for class.  As I dash out the door with my half-eaten dinner, I usually holler my long list of instructions, and pray that it will all magically get taken care of  in my absence.

Tonight, I was incredibly proud of my pre-planing and time management, which not only allowed me to get a decent meal on the table, but I was able to actually sit down with my girls and enjoy our meatloaf, mashed potatoes and asparagus. It’s a rarity when we actually get to sit down and eat as a family, where someone doesn’t have to rush off to practice. So although I was the one rushing out the door, I truly appreciated my few moments of recess gossip and lunchtime tales and fully eaten dinner.

And the best surprise…the girls had taken care of everything I asked them to do while I was gone. Now that is a celebration in itself!

Days 9 and 10: Soccer Moms, Fireball and Headgear

Today’s celebration and wins have been combined into a weekend post. Admittedly, I was a little too inebriated last night to write, but also, I needed the lights out in our hotel room for my girls to go to sleep.

This weekend marked one of the most dreaded soccer tournaments of the year. Partly because of the 2 and 1/2 hour drive, but mostly because it took place in Pueblo, CO. Pardon my language and offense to any Puebloians, but that place is a real s@#t-hole. The first weekend of March can be a miserable time of year for an outdoor soccer tournament, but we were at least lucky on the weather front..the scenery and atmosphere left little to be desired.

My first celebration has to do with the incredible fun and slightly too much drinking   with the other soccer moms. This group of warrior women often get a bad wrap, and perhaps, some represent the stereotype with ease. However, I feel so blessed to have ended up with the most amazing group of moms on my daughter’s soccer team. It may be more like 4 or 5 out of 17, but when we get together, let’s just say the liquor over-floweth, as do the belly laughs.

It was the first night in a very long time that I was not only social, but I felt like me again. I really hadn’t been out in many months and have barely had a drink in…well, I can’t remember how long. So when the wine and the fireball came out, we let loose. It felt amazing to finally resurface from behind my more recent gloomy disposition. I think it’s safe to say that my radiance is breaking through my hardened shield.

We all celebrated my recent graduate school admittance, and as the night wore on, I felt open and unfiltered. There was no need to put up walls or suppress my true self. It was an evening of true women, with all sorts of stretch marks, comfy, non-stylish clothes, and bags under our eyes. We all wore our battle scars with honor and pride, and celebrated with true joy and revelry for no other reason than the fact that we were all together in a crappy town for the weekend, and our beds were just an elevator ride away.

On our long drive home, we made a pit stop at the orthodontist (who happens to be my ex-father-in-law). The last part of the celebration is more in honor of my daughter, but it is also a huge relief for me. She was finally told that her headgear could find a new home in the trash. We have spent many bedtime battles over this annoying piece of torture and she has shed many tears about having to wear it. Thank the Gods that we can put those days behind us. It was a great relief and perfect ending to a fun, but long and exhausting weekend.

With Love,

Anatheia, proud soccer mom