Shedding my Stress

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The last six weeks have been incredibly stressful. Making an International move during a pandemic isn’t the easiest thing to do.
On Friday July 31st, we left our home of 22 years for the very last time. It was no longer a home, just a house, an empty shell. The lovely couple who bought it will make it their home now. They were excited and full of plans and ideas…all I have now are memories.
Exhausted, and still stressed, we checked into the airport hotel. After a “bon voyage” dinner with my daughter and son in law, we had an early night. My husband’s flight was at 6:30 the following morning. A flight to Rome that filled us with trepidation. Fear of catching COVID on the way. Fear of being refused entry to Italy, even though we’re residents…so much fear.
Still trying to relax, I headed up to the Rocky Mountains with my daughter, son in law, and their pups (Queen Tess and Fendi).
We drank wine, had some good food and watched lovely sunsets, but I couldn’t relax until I knew my husband had arrived safely in Abruzzo.
Finally, yesterday morning, my cell phone rang and the number displayed was “Lester Italian”.
“I’m in Pescara, I made it.”
Pescara was the last leg of his journey before he picked up the rental car and drove to our home in Colledimezzo. Now he must quarantine, and then be tested for COVID, but I’m not worried about that so much. My gut tells me he’s okay!
Now, in the heart of the Rocky Mountains, I can finally shed my stress and count the days until I join him.

Having a Misty Moment

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I woke up this morning with anxiety! It’s June 20th.
In less than two months I’ll walk through the front door of my home for the last time.  My home of over 20 years! In  less than three months I’ll leave my job and board a plane, leaving the country I’ve lived in for over 25 years.
Can’t deny my blood pressure and stress level are pretty high right now.
I’ve done this before, why is it so stressful this time?
Maybe because I’m retiring too!
Also because my daughter will not be coming with me. She’s grown up and married with a life of her own. She’ll aways need me, I’m her mum, but I’ll always be there for her. It will just take me a little longer to be by her side.
This old house is empty.
My treasures, the things I can’t live without, are on a ship bound for Naples.
My memories are in my heart.
My daughter will visit and enjoy her new retreat in the beautiful green countryside of Abruzzo.
I’m just having a misty moment.
It will pass.

It’s good to be back!

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No, I’m not back in Italy yet, but will be soon. The little door at the bottom of this alleyway, is the back door to my new home. Looks like a little castle doesn’t it!
It makes me smile.
We’ve had such a year with this horrible virus, COVID 19. I wish I could wave a magic wand and make it go away (who doesn’t)?
It left me frozen for a while. I’ve never been so stressed. Every time I showered my hair came out in clumps…didn’t think too much of it until I went to my hairstylist again, “what happened to your hair?,” he asked. He looked at me with concern at the amount I’d lost. I hope it grows back. Have other folks suffered in similar ways? I’m know I’m happy to be alive! Anyone got any stories to share, things to get off your chest!
Be safe my friends, and thank you for stopping by.

When I could SLEEP!

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When did sleep become such a rare commodity? When I got old I suppose!
I remember the days I could sleep until noon. Saturday nights at a night club, Sunday mornings in bed, woken up by the smell of mum’s Sunday roast cooking in the oven. Those were the days.
Now, if I’m lucky enough to get to sleep within an hour of going to bed. I’m awake at 4:00 AM and gremlins crawl into my brain. They wake up my stress areas and make me think about things I don’t want to.

Life was much better when I could sleep!

The Day of Rest

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I’m sure my schedule is much the same as yours. On weekdays I rise and shine at 5:30 and work out. Then do a few chores before setting off to work for eight o clock.
On the way home from work I run errands, then maybe a few more chores when I get home. An evening walk is usually on the schedule too. At around 7:30 or 8:00 pm (if I’m lucky). I sit down and relax.

Saturday and Sunday aren’t much better. Why do we do this to ourselves? Today I woke up and mentally listed what I needed to do. Immediately I became stressed.

So instead, I made myself some coffee and asked myself how I’d like to spend the day! These are the answer’s I came up with.
I’d like to:
Work on my current short story (The Engineer)
Make some cookies
Meet my daughter for Happy Hour
Have another cup of coffee and…relax.

I believe someone much more important than me decreed Sunday be a day of rest.

Relaxation – the Illusive Pleasure

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Why do I find it so difficult to relax? My brain doesn’t switch off. I worry about dinner at Christmas (six months ahead). I worry about shopping and buying furniture during my next trip to Italy (three months ahead). I worry about what I said last week to my boss (can’t change it now).

Does this happen to everyone? Anyone got a solution?

 

Retirement and the Sleep Factor.

You must all have noticed how great you feel when you wake up after a really good night’s sleep. As slumber drifts from your body and mind, you feel good, ready to handle anything the day throws at you. You’re rested and in control.

So why is sleep so elusive? This past week has been awful! Much too stressful, long hours at work, followed by coming home and worrying if I’d got everything done. Each night after going to bed, I’d remember something important I’d missed. That paid to my sleep.

Last night was the first night in almost a week that I slept long and hard, and woke up feeling refreshed. If only I felt like this every day. I think my massage and reflexology helped, but that’s a luxury I can only occasionally afford. How do I manage to sleep on a regular basis? I sleep well on vacation, because there’s nothing to worry about.

I’m wondering if perhaps its time to retire.

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The voices in my head sometimes ESCAPE!

Coming out of Costco tonight the voices in my head just ran riot…….“oh thank heavens it’s stopped raining. My god, does that woman know she’s too old to expose that much of her bosom, and you really shouldn’t wear short skirts at THAT age. Great, someones’ parked next to me. If I have a door ding I’ll be upset!”

SHUT UP SHUT UP, I pleaded, but the voices continued.

“Do I need more wine? No, I have enough. What am I cooking this weekend? Hey watch where you’re going. Dammed Hyundai’s they’re taking over.”

Oh, what a lovely Porsche, I bet that can shift. I wonder who’s it is. Probably some hot young man.” 

I was aware of someone standing in front of me and looked up to see a gentleman smiling at me. He was about the same age as me (okay, I’ll tell you mid fifties) and quite well put together.

“I’m not a young man, but I still consider myself a pretty warm, not steaming hot, but certainly not cold.”

Was he reading my mind, I was speechless. I stood and gawked at him.

He laughed out loud now. “I guess you live alone,” he said, “and yes you were talking out loud.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

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A Porch with a View

Today was trying (to put it mildly). By the time I got home I was ready to crash, but I valiantly baked and did few chores in preparation for visitors, but then I poured a glass of wine and sat on the porch. Thunder and lightening rumbled, rain fell, but the view was awesome!

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ALWAYS the Optomist!

Tomorrow will be better.

Do you feel like you say this to yourself on a daily basis? I do!

Does life seem to get more complicate as you get older? Mine does. Why is that?

 

When I moved to the US from England I planned on getting a little part-time job. Not sure what happened, but this cartoon pretty much hits the nail on the head.

As well as having a demanding full-time job, I have a home with three acres of land, I am a fiction writer and I manage my husband’s small business.

 

All this is fine as long as there are no hiccups. Last week there were lots of hiccups. My office moved to a new location, yes moving is always stressful.

 

 

 

I drove a different route to get to my new office EVERY DAY, in search of the shortest way. I did find it, but it meant paying to use the toll road…..AHHHHH!

 

 

 

The office movers broke my NEW computer.

My file server at home broke.

I found bat in my house (the brown furry type).

My patio door started leaking.

How do I handle the added stresses  – you got it! Picked myself up and shook myself down – and kept my wine glass full. (filled to the bloody brim)

 

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