Happy Valentine’s day!

I had something else to write for today but that can wait til tomorrow. Today we should be inquisitive and don our Sherlock Holmes hats. Let us take today and see what there is in everyone we come across and everyone we know that we can love. This won’t be easy but I think it will be illuminating.

I’m in a program for chronic pain and one of the things they are teaching is how to connect with our emotions through writing “unsent letters”. You find someone (or something) that has caused you stress and you write them a letter expressing all your anger, guilt, sadness etc.. Just letting your emotions out finally. Then you can also write a letter to yourself about what you learned.

I did my second one last night and I chose this person who “sent me over the edge” in 2016-2017. It was because of her that I ended up in the hospital for that long a period of time – this is what I wrote about the other day. So anyway, I wrote some last night but I didn’t feel as if I got all the anger out that I had. I felt that it was incomplete. So this morning I started writing again. And wow what I saw was a) not fun to see but b) was the most important thing I could have realized. This person mirrored my survival instinct and behavior completely. When I wrote that something was done, I stopped and saw that there had been a point in my life where I had done the same. And on it went. Each time I wrote about something that really made me mad, the kodak moment came where I saw myself acting in the same way.

The Universe put this person directly in my way so that I had to stand in front of the mirror and look at myself. All the anger I held immediately dissipated when that happened. I have done this with some of my illnesses like epilepsy and seen the good that came out of having that. I now know to do the same for my migraines and my GI issues. That will be enlightening I’m sure.

The release of all that anger made it worthwhile many times over. It was hard to write this post and admit to you all that what I saw in this person who had been a thorn in my side for a few years was really just seeing what I had been in my life as well. Talk about opening your eyes. But I no longer have any anger toward this person. They were doing what they needed to do to survive just as I have.

Are you willing to try the unsent letters or maybe just make a list of the people who irritate you and jot down why or how they irritate you? Then take a look at them and that/those irritating characteristics and see if they reflect any of your own?
Can you find something in them that you like or admire? Just one thing?
Make that today’s goal – find something in everyone that bothers you and embrace that one thing, no matter how tiny it is.

That is what Valentine’s Day should be all about – let’s get out of ourselves and our high and mighty spirit and look in the mirror of those the Universe has placed in our path and see what is staring back at us. Then hug it and love it because that will help you love yourself

That got your attention I bet. But this post is not about what it seems. It’s not about war or the Ukraine or politics or anything. It’s actually about me and my retirement. Even though this is a selfish post, maybe it will help others.

When I wrote military moves I was referring to what we call PCS orders or Permanent Change of Station orders (as opposed to Temporary change when we go somewhere for a short while). I think this is more military brainwashing (just kidding) because until you’re out of the military NOTHING is permanent.

Anyway, you get used to moving around a lot. That was actually one of the things that made me not want to stay in the Navy. But 30 years later there I was. I don’t like change and I absolutely never liked being transferred and having to move. But I did and I survived. As with all else in my life, it has been for the good and helped me in more ways than i know.

Yesterday I was waiting at a hospital with a friend and all day I was having pretty bad chest pressure. I’ve been having similar things all month too but since I had a workup a year ago I wasn’t really worried it was my heart. I just couldn’t figure it out.

This morning I realized that Feb is “my month of reflection”- So many significant things have happened to me in the month of Feb – many “bad” (but not in the long run) but also some good. What I did see about being at the hospital yesterday was that I treated my retirement as just another set of PCS orders – and my workplace did too. All this was thanks to Covid. I never had anyone say “goodbye and thanks” in person. A few emails yes but nothing formal. After 47 years that is tough. Of course I understand all of it intellectually but my heart didn’t understand it at all. And to make matters worse, I never allowed myself the chance to be sad or to mourn the loss of my medical career. No matter how happy I am doing what I am doing now, it’s not the purpose I set out to fulfill at the age of 4. That part of my life is over and gone. I miss it. I never really admitted that to myself. I think it hurt too much. When you get orders, you just move on.

No matter how well adjusted you are and how happy you are, it’s ok to miss things and it’s more than ok – in fact, it’s necessary to take the time to feel (that’s a word I’m just getting used to) the loss and feel sad. I think before I started looking at emotions I equated feeling sad with being bad. You were just supposed to move on.

Obviously I’m still learning my body’s communication system. This is the way I’ve recently thought about it. All my life I was getting phone calls but I never answered – the phone was off the hook. Emotions were not something that I allowed into my existence/my world. They were a sign of weakness (the gospel according to mom and dad) so you just don’t have them.

In 2016 my body sent a letter – a personal letter (Shingles). I opened it but then threw it away. So my body then followed up with a telegram (the post Shingles nerve pain). That I had to sign for and accept. Man was that horrible. But all it did at that time was continually generate two questions “why is this happening?” and “how long will I have to suffer?” I never read the small print that gave the instructions.

In 2017 my body was really exasperated with my failure to get the message so it sent me a text message with the most obnoxious ring tone you can imagine. And it wouldn’t shut up. This resulted in 5 weeks in the hospital over a 3 month period. Guess what? I finally got the message. I wasn’t able to read it all because a lot of it was “off the screen” but i started looking at what my body was telling me. I did realize it was THE most stressful time of my entire life and that this was my body’s way of getting me away from it. That was almost 5 years ago and over these past 5 years I have allowed my emotions to have a place at the table bit by bit.

I made my last PCS move in 2020 when I retired but I am just now allowing myself to feel how much I miss all that I was involved in since I was 4 years old. That’s a long time – even longer than the 47 years of my career. Of course I’m going to be sad. And that’s ok. I can continue to move on to my new “duty station” while also grieving for that tremendous loss.

Do any of these thoughts ring a bell for you? Have you gotten repeated messages from your body begging you to please stop looking outside but to turn around and look inside? I imagine you have. I think we all have. What do you need to do to realize it’s ok to have these feelings and thoughts?

Sorry this has been all about me today but I had to get it out. Thanks for reading if you got this far.