Friday, March 27, 2020

Define Hard...





Hi



Well, another week has passed. Another week of social distancing, another week of not going anywhere you don't absolutely have to.



Is it hard?  Well, I guess that depends on your definition.

To me, hard would be having a loved one suffer from the worst of this virus and not being able to be at their side.

To me, hard would be being the one to infect someone else, anyone else, and have them get sick.

To me, hard would be having to continue this for months instead of weeks.


So, staying home unless absolutely necessary, missing grandbaby cuddles, not going for date nights, though none of this is fun, I don't know if it qualifies as hard. Not really.

The more we stay at home, the quicker this is over.

The virus can't survive without a host. We quit providing the hosts, it dies. Period.

So yes, our privileged lives have taken a turn toward the boring, I think we'll be okay.

My heart goes out to those who were already vulnerable.

The homeless. The abused. The kids who depend on school for their meals.

These are the ones for which this is truly hard.

Please reach out in your community, wherever it may be.

There are charities that deliver meals, there are charities that help provide wellness checks, there are charities that can always use help.

Hard times shine a light on who we are at our core. Turn your talents into something that will help.

Be one of the helpers, as Mr. Rogers would say.

This experience is going to have a profound change in the way we look at life. It's going to change the way we walk through it.

Better or worse. Positive or negative. Grateful or bitter. Do you let it break you or build on who you know you are?  The choice is yours.

None of us are going through this alone. The distancing need only be physical.

Until next time. Take care.

We got this.


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May you allow yourself to witness the kindness that is apparent in our midst.
May you see that, although serious, although scary, this is not the Apocolypse.

May you keep your distance from those not living within your walls.
May you keep connected with others, using all of the tech, even old school phone calls.

May we all do what's tough to do now, no matter how tough we find it.
May we all do what's tough now, to stomp this virus, kill it, grind it.

May we do what we have to so the veil of this thing can be lifted.
May we, when this is over, cherish the lives that we have been gifted.



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Friday, March 20, 2020

Another Week Of Crazy...

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Hi!



Well, another week of this craziness has passed and, for the most part, we are still here.


How are you?


The stats seem to come at us at warp speed accompanied each time with new and more constricting rules of conduct.

Common sense dictates that we keep our distance from each other, wash our hands more than we would normally do, and stay at home unless we absolutely have to.

With the closing of schools, restaurants, bars, and pretty much every other social gathering place, it's easy for it to feel pretty doomsday adjacent.

You see photos of abandoned streets, and closed signs. We are being bombarded, hit over the head with everything we can no longer do, all of the things and activities we are having to give up.

Although menopause would like to make a liar out of me at times, at my core, I'm not an anxious person, and as OCD goes, well, whatever the opposite of that is, that's probably what I have. I mean, do I like my counter full of dishes? No. Is it a big deal if dishes wait until the next day because I'm playing with my grandbabies? Also no.

I do, however, have family members who do suffer from different aspects of these disorders and I can tell you, this is super hard on them. On the upside, they are already very accustomed to wiping down grocery carts before using them, not touching public handrails on stairways or escalators, rarely using public washrooms, well, you get the idea.

They, under normal circumstances, already feel certain levels of anxiety when traveling, or dealing with being in a crowd.

Under normal circumstances.

Those of you who love these people, they are going to need you. Those of you who are these people, please reach out. (In a social distancing responsible way, of course.)


Now, we are, for the next while, going to have to spend a lot of time in close quarters with those we love most, with little to no physical interaction with pretty much anyone else.

Having kids at home and trying to make up for what they are missing at school is going to be tough if not impossible. Unless you're a teacher, but even then...

I've seen a bunch of free resources available online, which will help, for sure, but please cut yourself some slack. Kids absorb everything that's going on around them at a level most adults are unaware of. They are soaking up your worry, your stress, your fear. It's okay to have fun.

Follow a recipe.

It's reading, it's science, it's math, it's developing life skills. Boom.

Build a fort.

It's physics, it's geometry, it's architecture, it's space-awareness. Boom.

Play dress-up.

Okay, this one's just straight-up fun, but developing and encouraging imagination is good for the soul. There, ethics. Boom.

Go outside.

Backyards can be magical places if you let them. Nature studies. Boom.


The point is, even if this feels like the end of the world at times, it's really not. It's simply a struggling stretch of time that history books and humanity will reflect upon and hopefully, learn from. 

The way in which we choose to walk through it will be indelibly etched upon our children, becoming a big part of their stories, a chapter of profound importance.

They look to us, the adults. They'll have questions. Answer them, but don't over-answer them. Give them the information they are looking for using clear, age-appropriate language, but don't give them more than they are asking for. Same basic guidelines as questions about sex.


If you are working from home, don't feel guilty about a cartoon babysitter. Hell, even if you're not working from home. These are weird times presenting unique problems that need to be solved creatively.

Nothing about this is normal. You don't have to try to treat it like it is.

Just do your best.

Let's all just do our best, and give each other a reassuring hug when it's over.

For my part, I'll be throwing a bit of entertainment in the direction of your littles by way of a Facebook live storytime on Monday, March 23 at 9:30 am CST. It will be coming to you from my living room on my www.margyreidbooks.com Facebook page.


See you then!


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May you find new and creative ways to settle the squabbles of your offspring.
May you keep yourself zen, as you peel spaghetti off the ceiling.

May we all support each other, leaving every single judgment at the door.
We got this.

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Saturday, March 14, 2020

CoronaVirus....A World Wide Humanity Exam


                                    (Don't know who to credit this to, just know it isn't me)


Hi!



Well, what a year this week has been!




This pandemic is scary. It's unpredictable. It's crazy.


When Mother Nature takes it upon herself to throw a curveball she doesn't play around.

How we respond to the terrifying magnitude this virus carries, is at it's least, a test of our world leaders, and at most a test of our humanity on a global scale.

World leaders - For the most part, they seem to be doing pretty well. Acting responsibly. Listening to scientists and doctors, you know, the actual experts, weighing options, doing what's necessary to keep their citizens safe. They are having to make tough and, sometimes, pretty unpopular decisions. They are, as is a sign of any good leader, leading by example. For the most part, this is what leaders are doing. For the most part.

With a contrast that slaps you in the face at every turn is Trump. I really wish they would quit referring to him as the leader of the free world. He most definitely is not.

The free world did not vote him into that position. The free world didn't get a say in the matter. I'm not even 100% sure America got a legitimate say. Would he be in the Whitehouse if Putin hadn't put his thumb on the scale? We'll never know.

Leader of the free world.


This term, from what I have been able to find out, was kind of tacked on to whoever occupies the Whitehouse since America is kind of the 'big kid on the block' as far as free countries go. Pretty shaky criteria for such a prestigious and important title.

As a member of said free world, I, for one, would require better qualifications of a leader.

Maybe the criteria should go a little deeper than whoever carries the biggest stick. Maybe the leader of the free world should have to prove actual leadership skills. Maybe they should be able to genuinely show empathy, humility, kindness, you know, humanity. Maybe they should be a person of character, someone who puts other people's needs above his own, someone who strives to uplift, someone who is willing to sacrifice for the greater good, someone who knows right from wrong and proves it with their actions.

By sacrifice, I don't mean donating your $400,000/year salary as some fake gesture of generosity when you turn around and cost the taxpayers $300,000,000 in golfing expenses during that same 12 months.


Our Humanity.


To the few asshats who want to single out certain ethnicities as somehow being responsible for Coronavirus. Really?!

I'll give you three guesses as to who planted that little hate seed. Yup, the so-called leader of the free world. (seriously need to rethink the qualifications for that title)

To the toilet paper hoarders. One question. Why?

This isn't the Apocolypse. If things get really bad, you may have to spend some quality time in your home for about a month. How much toilet paper does your household use in a month? I'm guessing it isn't 100,000 rolls.

To those hoarding household cleaners. Again, why?!

Yes, you will need to clean your surfaces a little more often than normal, but just how dirty can your house possibly be?! Again, at worst, a month, just sayin'.

To those hoarding with the intent of reselling these products to those unfortunate enough not to have the means to stock up at will, turning some astronomical profit or profit of any kind for that matter, I hope your Mothers are proud of your philanthropy. Let me guess, you got your ethics degree from Trump University.

Mother Nature has most definitely thrown a curveball. One for which we won't know the entire impact for some time to come.

For now, let's look at it for what it is.


Yes, this is going to be a financial hardship for a whole lot of people. Paychecks will be diminished or missed altogether. Payments will get behind. People who suffer are already in financial stress will be pushed even closer to their limits.

But.

It's temporary.

Protecting the most vulnerable is the most important thing we, as humanity, can do.

Let's do what we have to do to slow the spread of this thing as not to overwhelm our hospitals, their staff, and first responders.

There isn't much about this that we can feel in control about, but we can control staying away from crowds, being extra diligent with cleanliness and handwashing, not hoarding so everyone can get what they need, just being good humans.

This is a forced slow down. Nothing to hurry off to. The hectic has been lifted. Maybe for a month.

You may be working from home, but you're home.

Your kids may not be in school, but they are together and safe.

You're not running to soccer/hockey/dance/meetings/living in traffic.


A forced slow-down. The reasons are scary and can be anxiety-inducing as hell.


I, for one, am going to do my level best to take this time of distress and shape it into a time to de-stress.

Take care of each other, fellow humans!

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Until next time...

May we all get through this, passing with flying colours, this test of our humanity.
May we get to the other side, intact, with some modicum of our collective sanity.

May compassion shine brighter than greed, and push us to help everyone we can.
May those who have in abundance, share with those in need, sans a repayment plan.

May those who can provide relief to those who live on the razor's edge.
May they use this as a means to build a bridge, not a wedge.

May we simply love each other through this overwhelming scare just as we should.
May we do it, like we were family, caring for our own, our global neighbourhood.


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Thursday, March 5, 2020

Well, I've Never Been HERE Before...Hello 54!







Hi!




Well folks, as I write this on the eve of my 54th birthday, I can't help but smile. Life is pretty good.


I mean, it's not perfect, but it's pretty damn good.

Does gravity seem to pull a little harder with every passing year? Yup
Do my joints make noises that I never knew existed 20 years ago? Yup
Is putting on eye make-up more of a challenge now that my eyelids are developing an attitude? Yup
Is putting on eye make-up more of a challenge now that my eyesight is developing an attitude? Yup
Is this menopause thing coming up with new and exciting ways to kick my ass every frickin' day? Yup
Has my BS detector developed superpowers? Yup
Am I more at home in my own skin than I've ever been? Yup.
Am I okay with not feeling the need to explain myself for every freakin' thing? Yup.
Has my priority list reorganized and become crystal clear? Yup
Am I an angel hair away from wearing white pants any time I friggin' want to? Yup

Leading up to this birthday, I made a decision.

 I quit dyeing my hair.

I've dyed my hair for fun for at least 25 years. I've been a blonde, a brunette, a redhead, and everything in between. Over the past few months, the idea of colouring my hair went from being fun to being something, I don't know, not fun. It took a bit for me to figure out why.

Colouring my hair was something I did because I enjoyed it, something I did simply for the hell of it.
After I hit 50, it started to feel more like it was something society figured I should do. Something that was expected.
I've never been someone who lets society dictate my choices. It's something visceral. It just doesn't sit right.

So I quit.

In doing so, I started to do a bit of snooping. I knew I couldn't be the only one feeling this way. As it turns out, I'm far from it. There is a silver movement out there. There are several groups on Facebook and Instagram. There is a full-on documentary, "Gray Is The New Blonde."

Who knew?

Does this mean I think everyone has to or should quit dyeing their hair? Absolutely not! Everybody should do exactly as they want to. It's hair. It's your hair. It's you. You get to do you however you see fit.

So.... 54. I plan on celebrating it. I plan on enjoying it. I so appreciate the fact that I'm able to do so. Too many don't get the privilege.



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Until next time...


May you celebrate all of who you are in whatever way you see fit.
May you, with each passing year, step into more of who you truly are, owning every single bit of it.

May you celebrate your silver, if that's what you choose to do.
May you celebrate all of your colours, let them shine, do you however you want to.

May you dance through this shimmering time, noisy knees and all.
May you see that life, even if not perfect, is pretty good, might as well have a ball!


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