tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post389005765441957506..comments2024-02-24T02:52:28.237-06:00Comments on The Bees’ RV: *Goodbye, Skis...Randomocityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11871574168607613060noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-81782779835427295262014-03-20T18:23:44.965-05:002014-03-20T18:23:44.965-05:00You and I need to avoid ski slopes on New Year'...You and I need to avoid ski slopes on New Year's Day, apparently! Thank you for dropping in, and taking the time to respond. It's always a pleasure to hear from you.Randomocityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871574168607613060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-66508229365258238412014-03-20T18:22:48.743-05:002014-03-20T18:22:48.743-05:00Carla, thank you for stopping by, and for taking t...Carla, thank you for stopping by, and for taking the time to comment. I liked the phrase you selected, too. ;-) I am so sorry about the loss of your friend. I wish you peace and comfort as you deal with your friend's passing.Randomocityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871574168607613060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-34071733479490595392014-03-20T18:21:32.251-05:002014-03-20T18:21:32.251-05:00I wish you luck on "thinning the herd." ...I wish you luck on "thinning the herd." Some things are easier to relinquish than others.<br />Randomocityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871574168607613060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-46882927012208823222014-03-20T18:20:48.990-05:002014-03-20T18:20:48.990-05:00Pamela, getting up at all is better than the alter...Pamela, getting up at all is better than the alternative. Thanks for all of the positive feedback. It's nice to have you here!Randomocityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871574168607613060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-77032383579778932202014-03-20T17:03:33.150-05:002014-03-20T17:03:33.150-05:00My only memory of skiing was New Year's Day of...My only memory of skiing was New Year's Day of my final year of high school. I was more wowed by the cute guys then the skiing so never made it past the bunny hill. And I never did learn to stand up on my own, there was always someone just a bit older and cute enough for attention to help me out. It was a wonderful day but I never did get an urge to really learn to ski. <br /><br />I understand the feeling though. There are other things I have needed to let go of. Each is a small time of grief that adds up if we don't allow ourselves to experience the genuine feelings we have.<br /><br />Peace to you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-34976894003638828572014-03-20T13:20:32.871-05:002014-03-20T13:20:32.871-05:00I really liked this post, especially this paragrap...I really liked this post, especially this paragraph:<br /><br />Make no mistake; letting go is one of the hardest things I ever have to do. I'm not one who does it gracefully, either. I tend to have a white-knuckle grip on what was, while groping blindly into the unknown of the future; I stumble forward while looking behind me. It doesn't have to be such a messy process, but that's what it has been for me.<br /><br />These words really spoke to me, as I'm still processing the loss of a good friend. I know what you mean. I don't think I do anything gracefully. (I can just imagine myself on skis. I'd probably kill myself. Chuckle.)Carla Vornhederhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04368027214773752724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-4380510813755140182014-03-19T20:38:37.156-05:002014-03-19T20:38:37.156-05:00Denise, thank you for all the ways in which you co...Denise, thank you for all the ways in which you continue to teach as you learn. Think it's time for me to let go of my snowboard and a half dozen other things too.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03388078842848310409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-47707448667554235012014-03-19T20:37:01.389-05:002014-03-19T20:37:01.389-05:00I just love it! Bravo! Getting older DOES suck! I ...I just love it! Bravo! Getting older DOES suck! I can't jump off the back of my pick up truck anymore, or spring up in the morning without a few groans, but I'm happy to be alive, wrinkles and all! Great job!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07159418193679885147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-74455475317645426262014-03-19T19:13:43.104-05:002014-03-19T19:13:43.104-05:00Dawn, you are an inspiration to me. Thank you so m...Dawn, you are an inspiration to me. Thank you so much for your input. Today I prayed that there would be enough room created in my life to receive the blessings I believe are coming my way. I'm unclenching my fist; you are right. The skis represent fun and energy and youthfulness. I will find those very things in other activities I enjoy. Your words touched me today.Randomocityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871574168607613060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-81300443241337065372014-03-19T18:46:08.059-05:002014-03-19T18:46:08.059-05:00I teared up a little as I read your post. Letting ...I teared up a little as I read your post. Letting go bites. I have completely reinvented and restarted my life several times so I can identify. Most recently, it was BEYOND hard to give up the majority of my "worldly" possessions for a chance to live a simpler, less stressful life in Belize. I gave up my lovely home and 10-year old business (which had also become my identity), my beloved Harley, my Jeep, our boats and jet skis, and other cherished toys that we had worked so hard to obtain. We also had to put a greater physical distance between friends and family, which was incredibly hard to do. It's not easy, and it still hurts sometimes when I think about it nearly two years later. But I had to let go in order to be able to begin again. And when you let go of things that no longer benefit you well, it often opens up space for something that does benefit you--sometimes very well. Unclench the fist and let go, my friend, it's not the skis you're holding onto. It's what they represent that you are afraid of losing. Try to make peace with what the skis represent. And, hopefully, embrace whatever wonderful thing may replace the space they were taking up! Dawn Larie Michelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09909310075613557600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-65095175819359287592014-03-19T17:15:05.256-05:002014-03-19T17:15:05.256-05:00Deborah, thank you for your thoughts! I still hike...Deborah, thank you for your thoughts! I still hike, and I plan to ski, just not downhill so much any more. One of my friends reminded me that they have rental shops for people like me who want to try it occasionally. I just don't want to risk my ability to enjoy my walking, cycling, and hiking! So glad you popped in for a visit, and took the time to comment. I appreciate it so much.Randomocityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871574168607613060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-40080482383281120972014-03-19T17:12:49.769-05:002014-03-19T17:12:49.769-05:00I didn't know you were a teacher, too, Shelley...I didn't know you were a teacher, too, Shelley. I hope you go skiing soon! It is SOOO fun. I even like the lessons, if I'm with the right instructor. Thanks for checking in.Randomocityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871574168607613060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-55885045749291133862014-03-19T14:23:59.441-05:002014-03-19T14:23:59.441-05:00From a 58 year old who had her first back surgery ...From a 58 year old who had her first back surgery at 53, then 2 neck surgeries 15 months later,@54 then a right hip replacement (anterior approach) 8 months later (55) 53 is not getting old. And neither is 58. I am healing the beliefs around "aging" having noticed that I feel as though I could fall into an abyss of irrelevance when I turn 60. When I consider that the longest it takes cells replicate and regenerate themselves in my body is seven years, WHY do I think I have to age with deterioration? I believe it is an ingrained expectation that can be shifted. So ... I stayed in my 3rd story apartment in a complex with rolling terrain ... and chose to view the stairs and rolling terrain (including the pebbled sidewalks) as part of my rehab ... part of retaining my brain, part of building new neurons, and neural networks .. retraining my body to do what it was created to do ... I do things that I "shouldn't" be able to do. Please don't let a medical professional tell you what you can and cannot do!! You make the choice! You are far too vibrant ... that vibrance radiates through the screen ...Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15334816225989593063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-70242104135328744602014-03-19T11:38:39.381-05:002014-03-19T11:38:39.381-05:00I've never had the pleasure of learning how to...I've never had the pleasure of learning how to ski (even though I'm from the Buffalo, NY area), but it's the one thing I swore I would learn to do before I got too old (I'm hitting the mid-60 mark). However, I can relate to the difficulty of letting things go that directly relate to those memorable times in the past. I taught, but after 10 years, I realized I was not a teacher. I loved the classroom, the content, and the kids; but I fell down several times and got hurt. It was difficult for me to admit this and walk away. It's all a part of our personal growth, forcing us to look beyond to a new dawn.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02753783217683635257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-42741843915298286082014-03-19T11:32:41.769-05:002014-03-19T11:32:41.769-05:00YOU GET IT! I'm 53, too. This getting old ain&...YOU GET IT! I'm 53, too. This getting old ain't for sissies. Thank you for sharing your own story; it's good to know someone else knows what I'm going through. We ARE too young to be grandmas! ;-) Best wishes to you!Randomocityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871574168607613060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-48587698872910118542014-03-19T11:27:34.470-05:002014-03-19T11:27:34.470-05:00I can so relate. I have skiied once a year since 9...I can so relate. I have skiied once a year since 9th grade. Not well, but good enough to keep up with the group. I rarely fell, but when I did I had a hard time getting up, even in my younger days (I'm 53). I have never been an athlete, but skiing was something I could do, often better than my friends. Even better than my kids! But stenosis of a cervical bone in my neck led to neck surgery-fusion of the bone. My surgeon said I was fully recovered and I could resume to normal activities. If it hurts, don't do it. Good advice, huh. Well I skiied, didn't fall down and then on the last run my daughter ran into me getting of the lift. I fell. Something cracked. I was afraid to get up. I did, but my neck hurt. I scared my daughter (and me) to death. It hurt badly enough to call the surgeon from our hotel, thinking maybe I needed to go to emergency room. He didn't think so and he was right. But I never skied again. That was 5 years ago. Now my husband and kids will go for a weekend but I stay home. I have my alone time to do what I want. I miss it, but I'd miss my mobility and health more. It's hard to admit we're not young anymore. Shoot, I'm going to be a grandma in a month! Wait, what? I'm too young! Apparently not. Its the way things should be. And I'll enjoy it as you will enjoy the door that is peeking open for you. Enjoy!Huskerkkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09240433351784229262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-35202516230818911262014-03-19T11:13:08.100-05:002014-03-19T11:13:08.100-05:00I'll cherish the memories, and start looking f...I'll cherish the memories, and start looking for those opening doors. Thanks for your gentle reminders. And thanks for taking the time to leave your comment here.Randomocityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871574168607613060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435639598621055127.post-65611204755269856602014-03-19T10:55:53.669-05:002014-03-19T10:55:53.669-05:00Keep your eye on the opening doors! I recently dec...Keep your eye on the opening doors! I recently decided to sell all of my snowboarding equipment because I have other hobbies that cost less money and take less time investment. I don't think it means I'll never ride again, but it was sad to let go of things that inspired so many cherished memories. The important thing to remember is that the memories remain without the "things". On to the next chapter!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com