Choose Happy

Hi Friends,
I took an intentional break from One Step Woman to try and wrap my head around my future after a tremendously hard couple of years, but I am back and excited to share all sorts of new adventures and projects and insights to help you (and me!) build a new lease on life! But for today, just set aside all your worries and troubles if you can and pray and reflect and take a deep breath! I’ll see you soon!

Love,

November Goals {free printable}


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Hi Friends!

It feels great to be able to have time to clear my mind and figure out what my next steps are. While healing my body and mind after treatment, writing down goals took a backseat and it’s been nice to sit back and relax and not put to much pressure on myself.

BUT! It is time to restart and end the year with some short term goals. In 2018, I am excited for many personal and business opportunities and I will share all these life-changing events right here on the blog.I hope you’ll follow along!

Family & Relationships

One date night a month with Wayne (especially with all the activities happening the next two months with holidays, it’ll be good to take time to focus on just each other)

One afternoon with Hannah. Even if it is just setting in the couch and talking.

Write at least three cards a month to family and friends.

Health & Fitness

It is time to start moving! I am considering re-joining the gym this month. I will make an effort to walk at least twice a week for 30 minutes outside to start  gaining my endurance.

Business & Finance

2018 will be here before you know it! I have many, many plans for the new year.

I am working on writing my book. My goal is to complete the outline this month by working on it once a week for 3 hours.

I am teaching a lengthy course on How to Start Your Own Business. I plan on completing the course by December 31st.

She Can Do It!

Do you think I can start a podcast? I am going to try! Taking a  course now that I will complete by December 31st.

So that’s what I am working on this month. I am also taking time to reflect on this year and make time to just enjoy my life. More quiet time, reassessing outreach and spending time with family. I hope you will do the same thing!

xoxo,

Why I am starting to love shopping at Walmart again

I love meal planning, making a list and organizing my pantry and freezer. I hate grocery shopping. The task of shopping was made harder when I lost part of my eyesight and the aisles were overwhelming. Add to it my increasing aggravation at some of the employees and shoppers and I felt like I was losing it and only shopped once a month if possible. (We don’t drink a lot of milk and I get fresh vegetables at the Farmers Market).

There are many grocery stores for me to pick from, but until recently with the opening of Aldi, the prices were a lot cheaper at Walmart.

As I was skimming through Facebook an ad popped up for Walmart Grocery Pickup in my area. I decided to check it out and entered my zip code to see if it was offered in our city and was surprised to see it has just started in our area and decided to try it out.

I’m in love!

Check HERE to see if Walmart Grocery Pick up is available for you!

First step is to register for a Walmart Grocery Account. It’s free and pretty quick to complete. Next step is to reserve your pick up day and time. You are allotted an hour to pick up your groceries. Then start filling up your cart! The minimum purchase amount is $30. Easy enough!

When I finished shopping for my groceries, I checked out. On the day of pick up I got a text and an email that my order was packed and ready for pick up at my registered time. The text also included an app link and I downloaded the app. Once the app was downloaded I was able to “check in” when I was parked at the orange parking spaces on the side of the building. I am pretty sure I chuckled out loud when I passed the people looking for a parking space 🙂

The app didn’t work so I called the number on the parking sign (think pick up order to go for a restaurant). The sweet lady who answered the phone asked me what space I was in and said she would be be right out. Sure enough, two minutes later and she walked out the doors with a crate dolly. I got out of my car and she said “no need to get out of your car, I will load everything into your trunk for you”. Say WHAT?! She let me know what Items had to be substituted. I ordered a $2.98 bag of miniature candy bars and since they didn’t have them in stock they substituted with a $7.98 bag with no extra charge to me. Score! In fact, several items had to be substituted, but they gave me either a brand name or higher quantity item at no extra charge. My sweet bagger told me that was their grocery pickup policy. Definitely a win for me!

My first pick up I also got a cute little reusable bag with coupons and a pepsi and samples of items. All my items were well within expiration date. I purposefully ordered meat, produce, dairy, and fruit and vegetables. Every item was exceptional.

 

In California, there is a charge for bags of 10 each. However, you can bring your own bags. I asked what I needed to do if I brought my bags and was told to let them know and they will bag my items for me. I started bringing my own bags and they bag all my like items together. It’s a dream to unpack my bags at home now because all my refrigerated items are together, pantry items together, etc.

I do love Aldi, but the convenience of picking up my items is priority for me right now while my body recovers. I also like the win of sticking to my grocery list and not being “enticed” by the marketing while I shop.

I highly recommend Walmart Grocery Pick up! Let me know what you think in the comments!

Much love,

Resume Your Normal Life


I was excited to go to the doctor for the first time ever. I was excited to see my nurses. I call them my nurses because I love them so much for saving my life. I hadn’t been to my oncologist for nearly two months because I was going through radiation.
The most petrifying moment in my life was waiting for the doctor to come in the room to tell me either my cancer treatment worked or that I was in remission.
Resume your normal life.”
I am not sure what a normal life means anymore.
I decided to take some time and heal from my treatment before tackling my next steps in life. I cannot tell you how great a feeling to be able to get up in the morning and not face the doom of cancer.
I can tell you this….Not a minute goes by that I am not grateful for my life. I am not a survivor. I give God all the glory. I think it would be insulting to those precious lives who died from this awful disease to call myself a survivor. They deserved to live.
In 2016, I wrote about my word for the year being PURPOSE. I never imagined what that word would come to mean in my life. I feel as if I have purpose in life and a path I must take now that I have been given a second chance at life.
I am a big fan of Mike Rowe (Dirty Jobs fame). His Mom wrote a story about her 20 year anniversary post breast cancer that he posted on his Facebook page. She is a humorous writer and I laughed out loud when I read her post. I am posting it here and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
An Anniversary Worth Remembering
by Peggy Rowe
I was well into my treatment for breast cancer when the nurse practitioner recommended a support group.
“Oh, I don’t need a support group,” I told her. “I have a very supportive family and good friends.” But she was busy writing on a pad.
“You say you’re always close to tears, you’re angry, and your behavior’s unpredictable. That sounds like depression.” It was true. I could be laughing one minute and sobbing the next. So uncharacteristic of me.
“Here you go,” she said. “The Wellness Community is an amazing place. Believe me, nobody understands you like other people who are going through the same thing. Give it a try!”
I put the paper in my purse and forgot about it — until the following morning when my husband, John, made a ridiculously unreasonable suggestion.
“You should get out of the house and take a walk on such a beautiful day, Hon.”
So naturally, I did the only logical thing. I picked up a saltshaker and hurled it at his head. Thanks to quick reflexes, John ducked in time. While he was hiding the kitchen knives, I made an appointment.
On Tuesday afternoon I found myself sitting with a group of seven strangers – adult men and women, young and old, from both ends of the economic spectrum, all struggling to cope with the stress of living with cancer. I didn’t realize then how dramatic my introduction to the group would be.
Our leader, a compassionate, experienced psychotherapist, kept the conversation flowing, as well as boxes of tissues, and chocolates. I hadn’t yet spoken when I helped myself to a piece of candy then stood up and carried the box to Bill, who was lying on a sofa with a pillow beneath his head. Still recovering from his latest round of chemo, he had been met at curbside with a wheelchair that day. I was holding out the box of candy when I suddenly tripped over Bill’s shoes. As chocolates cascaded onto his face and neck, I fell awkwardly onto his body with my hand in a most unfortunate place. 
Appalled, I shot to my feet fearful that I had inflicted mortal damage on this poor, suffering man.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I said. Bill casually rolled a candy from his chin, into his mouth, and chuckled. “Believe me, it was my pleasure. This is the first time I’ve smiled in days.”
The group laughed along with Bill and me, and when it was my turn to speak, I shared my cancer story. I finished with the saltshaker incident, hoping I wouldn’t be judged too harshly.
“Oh that’s nothing,” Carol said. “I threw a plate of sausages at my husband the other morning – for no reason at all.”
When I recalled tears of frustration over a painful radiation rash, and trouble swallowing, Betty told us about breaking down in the grocery store when she couldn’t find her favorite cereal. Later in the session when the leader brought in a bowl of seedless red grapes, Bill announced, “I want Peggy to deliver mine.”
In the following months, I was buoyed by members’ courageous optimism, and saddened by their despair. No one ever gave advice or told someone else how they should feel.
I felt like a fraud, sharing the limelight with people in the latter stages of the disease and suffering from the devastating effects of chemo. When I heard there was a waiting list for Tuesday afternoons, I offered to drop out and make space for someone more deserving. Our leader convinced me that my presence was important to the group dynamic.
“Please stay, Peggy!” she said. “Each person brings something special. Your sense of humor is a breath of fresh air.” And so I continued on, long after my treatment ended, and our kitchen knives were returned to the drawer. Long after my burning radiation rash faded and I resumed showering, I supported my Tuesday “family.” I was embarrassed the day Nadine shared an intimate story with us.
“Since my chemo and hormone treatments, something really strange has happened!” she told us. Whenever I sneeze, I have an orgasm.”
I wasn’t sure if she was serious, but we all laughed, and I asked her if she had told her doctor. “Maybe they can do something for you,” I suggested, with an innocent expression.
“Oh, I will,” she said. “When I get around to it.” And we laughed again.
The following week when we celebrated her birthday with cake and ice cream, I handed her a little gift. “It isn’t much, but I hope it brings you pleasure,” I said, as she unwrapped the small can of black pepper and laughed until ginger ale came from her nose.
We cheered when someone’s blood count improved, when an MRI confirmed no new tumor growth, or when somebody donned a new wig. The Tuesday thirty-five-year-old Sandra sashayed through the door sporting an outstanding pair of newly reconstructed breasts, we oohed and aahed, and celebrated with a round cake with a Hershey’s Kiss in the center. There were unspoken prayers for Carol as she traveled to far-off hospitals for experimental treatments — and mourning when those treatments were unsuccessful. I shed genuine tears of grief at Bill’s funeral and was outraged when Doris’s husband announced that he could no longer cope with her cancer — and left her, alone.
A year and a half after joining the support group, I shared how cancer had changed my life. “I woke up one morning and noticed a swelling on either side of my nose,” I told them. “I was convinced that my cancer had returned. My doctor referred me to an ENT (the same one who had removed our children’s tonsils.) During the examination, he peered at me over his glasses, and in a fatherly, Dr. Marcus Welby impersonation said, “I’m going to be honest with you, Mrs. Rowe.” I braced myself — some rare type of rhino-cancer, undoubtedly.
Then he put his hand on my arm and with a twinkle in his eye, said, “In all my years of practice, I have never seen, nor have I heard of…..a case of breast cancer metastasizing to the nose.” The group laughed along with me.
On my final visit to the Wellness Community, a full two years after joining, I shared the story of the rare “cancer” on my hand. The suspicious white streak on my knuckle had appeared one evening after my shower and by the following morning, was surrounded by redness and swelling. My GP referred me to a surgeon. In a sterile theater, wearing a mask and gown, he removed a foreign body from my hand that was roughly ½ inch in length and looked to be wooden. My husband brought it home in a jar, examined it under a magnifying glass, took a picture of it beside a toothpick, and pronounced it, “the most expensive splinter in the history of medicine.” When company comes, John shows it off like it’s the Hope diamond. “Yes siree,” he says, “the golden spike!”
This October is not just the twentieth anniversary of a frightening breast cancer diagnosis. It’s a month of reflection and awareness of others who were less fortunate than I. The Wellness Community is now HopeWell Cancer Support in Baltimore. The people in my group were real, though I changed their names.
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Thank you to all my friends and family for supporting me and encouraging me and loving me through my journey. I don’t think my breast cancer journey will ever really end. I think I will always wonder when I will get my next lump in my breast or whether cancer will travel to other parts of my body. I suppose this is life’s way of keeping my focused on my purpose by never taking my life for granted.

Much love,


 

Closet Clean Up

Well, my plan worked!

I was able to clean out part of the garage and the guest bedroom closets and cabinets in the loft. This is what I started out with (I know….pictures are bad. I’ll work on it, but for now I am working on the closets not the pictures. sigh…)

BEFORE

      And all of THIS had to fit in the closets….

Christmas and Seasonal

All my Christmas and seasonal decorating needed to come out of the garage and into manageable totes for me to handle when I needed them.

AFTER

Space for Guests Clothing
Christmas Decorations
Seasonal Decorations

While I was at it, I cleared out the second guest bedroom closet….

Space for guests clothing and suitcase. I added a bench for extra blankets

I used a cute little IKEA cart to store gift bags, tissue paper and ribbon
Gift wrap storage

So happy to complete this project! I am working on redecorating the large guest room, fireplace redo, master bedroom closet and garage. Whew! Stay tuned….

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