I am in my 45th year of experience here in this world of ours and I’d like to think that I know a little something about something. Well, sometimes, anyway;-). There are moments in time when I will admit that it is hard to believe that me, little Sue of the family (the youngest and only girl), is unequivocally a middle-aged woman, however not only do the numbers tell me so, but at times, my body and/or mind chimes in–you know what I mean? It is strange though because, at times, when I think of myself, I still imagine being a youngster of sorts. I find this ‘younger version of me’ phenomenon seems to happen most when I am with my family. I guess because they are the individuals that I spent my formative years with and that is the lens with which I seem to associate us all…like we are all suspended in time from say, 30 years ago.
We have all heard people ask, “If you could go back to your younger self and give some advice, what would it be?”. Well, here it is…like it or leave it. Totally up to you.
- Life really is short and the years do go by more quickly as you age. Never wish time away. Often the anticipation of certain milestones leaves us as young people wanting to just get there (i.e. a teenager, of driving age, adulthood, etc.), but really the anticipation OF is the best part, so enjoy it. It will come and it will also go and you will never get it back again.
- If in doubt, don’t. Those words are etched in mind thanks to Ms. Oprah Winfrey. Doubt means your intituition knows better. Listen. Or at least, learn from it if you choose not to listen the first time.
- Take risks and learn to let go. Don’t Haul yours or other people’s ‘stuff’ around. Let go of societal expectations, the stories you tell yourself to avoid being real, of certain fears that hold you back, of childhood baggage that will surely define you, but ONLY IF you let it.
- Trust in yourself first. Always. It is not your trust in others that matters. If you don’t trust yourself, then you can’t trust others much like loving yourself.
- Realize that anger is just a mask, usually for sadness or insecurities. Get to the bottom of it sooner rather than later, or it will eat you alive from the inside out. Honestly. You don’t want to awaken one day only to discover that you truly do not know who you are, where you have been or why you have done the things that you have. (Addictions of all sorts are often rooted here.)
- Be yourself. At the end of the day, no one really cares as much about you as you do. You might think they do and yes, we all pass judgement in some ways to find our place in this world; however, it is for that exact reason that you should be authentic. Everyone else is just trying to do the same and because of that, they are too busy with their own stuff to worry that much about yours. We all have egos, right? Don’t pursue your superego or get caught up in your id.
- If you don’t like something in your life, change it. You are the only one who can. Complaining or worrying about it won’t do any good. Ever. (Unless you wish to ride a merry-go-round with zero results or forward movement.)
- Be kind and loving to your body, which includes your teeth and your feet (floss and avoid heels/ill-fitting/cheap shoes). Your body really is your temple that is here to serve you, but you also want it to last you a long time. Though you’ve heard it before, I’ll tell you again…everything in moderation. Sleep, eat, drink lots of water (your body is 80% water, it needs it) and be active. Meditation helps too, however that may look or sound like to you.
- Dreams really do come true, but you must work for them and believe in yourself. Aim for the stars, if you like, but be willing to chase after them. The reward will be greater for it.
- Give love, not hate. And, most importantly, be open to receiving love and the vulunerability that comes with it. Accept only healthy, loving relationships that enable you to become the best person that you can be. Sometimes, this means having to cut toxic ties with family or friends and that is okay, if it does not serve you or them in a good way. Tough decisions undoubtedly, but worthwhile ones. It’s not about forgiving or forgetting, it’s about letting go and moving onward and upward.
- SMILE. RELAX. ENJOY. LIVE IN AS MUCH OF THE MOMENT AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN. It really is the best present that you can give yourself.
You know, as I sit leisurely on the lanai for our tenth straight day, I am trying to think of the word/words to describe when a planned vacation just so happens to fall during record-setting Frigid cold temperatures and snow back home. Joy? Happiness? Lucky? Blessed? Relief? Pure and absolute pleasure? A sense of perfection? How about all of that and more, times a million? My, oh my, how fortunate we are…thankfully, none of this experience is lost on us; we will gladly soak up all of the sun and warmth again today-). Mahalo Maui, you have been kind!
Life can be complicated no matter who you are–age, gender, race, culture, religion, geographical location, etc. In fact, you can’t expect to go through this world of ours without your fair share of challenges in amongst those moments of clarity and elation; the ones we all aspire to achieve, hopefully more than once or twice.
As we vacation here in Maui, I think it would be fair to say that we are living very uncomplicated lives at the moment, so much so that our biggest worries thus far have been when to take out the garbage to avoid invitations from pesky bugs as well as how much sunscreen to put on and/or which hours we need to avoid the sun. However, as we tootle around here and there taking in the sights and sounds of our favourite getaway spot, it is very apparent that there are two ways of life here, aside from the obvious vacationers like us and the locals. This being our sixth visit to the islands of Hawaii, we have noticed a very high population of homeless individuals as well as those who appear to be more than wealthy. I am sure that there is a middle-class that lies somewhere in between that we, tourists, don’t always see, but it leaves me to wonder what the percentages exactly are. Not that I live a life of statistics, but I will admit that I am curious.
I just read an article in the Maui News last week that up to 70% (I believe) of housing was in short-term vacation rentals bought up by foreigners, while 4000 native islanders remain short in housing, especially affordable housing. As with anything, there are two sides to the issue and the media will report what it wants. Regardless, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that something isn’t working the way it should and homelessness is a recognized issue in Hawaii. While many populations face impoverished conditions, each relative, I think that it is more striking here in what is considered a first-world country simply because there is such a stark contrast between what appears to be the haves and the have-nots. Naturally, one could debate how the haves and have-nots have to come to be, etc., but at the end of the day, our personal observations stay with us in some manner, at times leaving us to feel guilty. Don’t get me wrong, we have both spent some very hard-earned money to be here, yet we also realize that we are privileged enough in our lives such that we can choose between a dream vacation and food on the table. Growing up, my dad always taught me the value of a hard-earned dollar as a farmer, gravel truck driver and snow removal guy, and to be appreciative of life’s circumstances, which could change at any one moment in time.
Two nights ago, we drove through a very well-to-do area in the hills on the west side of Maui with properties easily in the millions of dollars range, with guest houses, infinity pools, three-car garages, etc. Then, as we made our way back to the highway where many of the local beach pull-offs are, in between areas, we witnessed derelict vehicles set up clearly as homes. Little old me is not here to judge one person’s existence over the other and we all know that having money doesn’t necessarily equate with happiness, but I would venture to say that having to worry where one’s next meal is coming from is not an easy life. Thankfully, clean water and showers are available at the state park beaches.
The image, however, that remains Churning in my mind, is one of a mother and her young child, who arrived at one of the beach shower houses just after dinner. My husband and I were strolling along on our way back from a lovely sunset supper, when we saw the lady and her older four-door sedan pull into the parking lot. The mom immediately began rifling around in the backseat for something and a few minutes later, she popped open the trunk, which was impeccably organized with many things, as was the backseat where a paper towel holder neatly hung. Her daughter waited patiently in the shade of the nearby trees, and we assumed that they were there to take a shower. Immediately, I pondered, ‘What is their story?‘, not out of pity, but rather from the perspective of one human being feeling somehow connected to another. A part of me wanted to offer some money to them, but I also did not want to infringe on their privacy or their situation knowing nada about the two of them. I mean, would I want a perfect stranger to assume that I need or want help? Likely not, but I might also really appreciate a genuine show of concern and a few extra dollars, even if it was just enough to help pay for a bit of gas, for example. To further the story (though I willingly admit that I am making my fair share of inferences and then some), the little girl was very pale, without hair, and her eyes seemed quite sullen. My first thought was that she may have cancer. Knowing the cost of health care here in the States, it conjured up a possible narrative that I’ve heard about before wherein people have to sell their home, etc., simply to pay for medical costs. ‘What if this was their situation? Then again, what if it wasn’t? What to do?’. The truth of the matter is that now we will never know, as that instance has since come and gone, and as usual, life has moved on for them and for us over the past few days. Meanwhile, I am left to wonder, ‘What if I could have made a small difference in someone else’s life and chose not to?’. Hmmm…
If the world could stop for a minute,
Everyone would definitely see,
That I just lost someone,
So very, very dear to me.
Though the sun is shining,
And a breeze is softly blowing,
Little things that once mattered,
Are no longer in my knowing.
My heart and soul are breaking,
NOTHING seems the same,
The noises around me fall silent,
I wish I knew who to blame.
I tried to prepare for this moment,
Never before have I felt so sad,
My insides ache and ache,
I cannot believe that I have lost my dad.
He meant EVERYTHING to me,
Was the apple of my eye,
How will I ever think of him again,
Without the need to cry.
They say that time will heal,
Surely they are wrong,
Everyone who tries to reassure me,
Sounds like a never-ending song.
My eyes are red and stinging,
My throat feels tight and dry,
My legs are weak and tingling,
I really could just curl up and die.
I slowly gather myself together,
I am going to win this fight,
After all, I owe it to him,
I will be his light.
(Written as a tribute to my colleague who has recently lost her father.)
This chocolatey, flourless lava cake at Duke’s Beach House in Maui is simply delectable. We know….we devoured it! Served warm with caramelized pineapple and créme anglaise sauce, technique and timing is Critical when it comes to eating it. Timing maybe, but technique you question? Yes!! In order to get all of the ooey-gooey ingredients in every bite (an absolute MUST!), it requires precision maneuvering of your spoon or fork (ALWAYS a fork for me, spoon for my husband). Don’t worry, though, it’s worth the effort and should you miss acquiring the correct menagerie, you get to try, try, and try again…until it disappears;-).