A kid's love...

Kids have this awesome way of making you feel loved. You just need to be nice, attentive, and play with them, and they will make you feel like the coolest person in the world. They want to be around you and show you things that matter to them, and their eyes light up when you are excited about something that excites them.

I've been seeing my nephew a lot. He's three, so everything is super interesting to him, he loves to ask, "Why?"... he is curious and sponge-like, absorbing everything.

My favourite thing is that he always wants to hold my hand. He wants to cuddle. He wants to hug me and kiss me and tell me he loves me. When I'm in the washroom or outside having a smoke and I hear his little voice say, "Where are you, Auntie Beth!?" as if he can't stand to be away from me for a minute more, my heart melts a little bit.

When he asks me to play, I always say yes. He won't be little forever. He won't want to play forever. So if he wants to play cars, draw with chalk, or go for a walk... dammit, I'm game.

A kid's love is the coolest thing.

Today

Flamingos eat so much shrimp that it tinges their feathers pink
Chance is nestled right next to me
I listened to music and it made me feel something
So many hugs from so many people
Cried
Learned things via documentaries
Played Mario Kart and Mario Party

GOODNIGHT.

Be PRESENT

I've been working really hard at being more social. Getting outside and taking my dogs for walks. Living in the moment.

The other day I was at the dog park with Chris's mom. She brought her little Yorkie (Sophie), my brother- and sister-in-law's Rotti (Bear), and I brought my and Chris's dogs, Chance and Charlie. 

I took my phone with me because I wanted to take pictures of the dogs in all their glory. After ten minutes, I realized I hadn't looked up from my phone... I was replying to texts as I was walking. My mind wasn't in the moment. I said out loud, "I'm not reading any more texts." And I didn't. I took pictures of the dogs and let the buzz of texts go unanswered. 

 I want to be present in my life.

I am who I am

I have a tendency to say odd and inappropriate things. I can't help but talk about taking a shit, that many babies are ugly, or that I sometimes bathe with my dog. This usually happens if I'm a) nervous or b) really comfortable with you. Sometimes people aren't quite sure how to respond. Often, when I'm met with a weird reaction, I immediately berate myself: "Goddamnit, Beth, you're so stupid!" or I think, "Why can't you just shut up and be normal?" 

Many simply shrug and say, "That's just Beth." Others say that's part of my allure and what they like about me. But sometimes, I think it's part of what makes me annoying to people, attention-seeking, and sort of weird. It bothers me that I am this way. 

The other day someone commented on it, which made me sad. I came home and cried to Chris, and told him I felt stupid and annoying, and why can't I just be quiet sometimes? He pulled me close and told me other people wish they could be like that... say whatever pops into their brain. I don't think that's true. But Chris loves all of me, and when I tell him I wish I could be different, he tells me I'm perfect exactly how I am and to never change.

I love that man.

ADOPTION

My dad was adopted the day he was born. The story I've been told is my grandma (my dad's adopted mom) went to the hospital one day and unfortunately had a miscarriage. Then, fortunately, later that same day, my dad's biological mom gave birth to my dad but, for whatever reason, didn't want to keep him. So, the timing worked, and my dad went home that day with his new mom, who only hours earlier lost her other baby to a miscarriage. It's heartbreaking and beautiful, all at the same time.

Adoption was a lot simpler in the '50s.

My dad's family are his (adopted) mother, father, and two sisters. When people find out my dad is adopted, I'm often met with, "So, does your dad know his real parents?"

I understand what people mean, but my dad's real parents raised him, taught him things, tucked him in at night, and loved him. My dad's biological parents are the ones who gave him up for adoption (and there is nothing wrong with that). Hell, if my dad hadn't been adopted, he wouldn't have married my mom, and I wouldn't exist. I am thankful my dad is adopted, and I believe he is too.

This is why it is so essential for me to adopt. I want to give a child a chance at a life they wouldn't have been given otherwise. Even if I have no problem conceiving, I feel it is vital to provide a loving home for a child that needs one. This child would not be my adopted child. This child would be my child.

And if, at some point, he/she was curious about his/her biological beginnings, I would like to think I would be supportive of it.

My dad began his journey a few years ago to learn more about his birth. He wasn't desperate in his search, nor did he want to develop strong familial bonds, but he was curious. He learned who his birth parents were and that he had something like seventeen half-siblings. He got in contact with a few. I've also met some of them.

My dad jokes about the handful of siblings he has, but he told his sisters recently, "I have seventeen new siblings, but really... I only have two."

Are you a planner? I didn't used to be.

Since last week, my days are filled with activity, stuff to do and things to accomplish, taking my dogs for walks, eating regular meals, spending time with people (I love being a hermit but apparently it's bad for depression), and thinking about who I am and what I want out of this life (for the first time ever, I can sit with myself and my thoughts and feel okay with it). This means I don't really have time to stress or worry because everything is already taken care of. My mind isn't always racing and I'm not filled with anxiety. Planning my day is new to me. I've never been a planner.

My mom can drive me nuts because she needs to plan. I made a comment about it last week to her. We were walking the dogs and she was rattling off our to-do list for the next week. I stopped her mid-sentence and said, "Man, you like to plan." She told me that she hates feeling out of control... and planning allows her to have control, or at least make her feel like she has control. Anyway, I feel like my days now are filled with commitments, which is strange for me because I'm so used to never planning anything, but rather, being impulsive and making last-minute decisions.

But as much as the plans annoy me... I do find comfort in them. Knowing that I have to do X tomorrow gives me a reason to go to bed at a reasonable time, wake up at a regular time, and truthfully, just gives me a sense of purpose. With where I'm at in my life right now, planning is exactly what I need.

When I had my breakdown last week, my mom came over and she said the following, which I will always remember:

Mom: Next time you feel this way, you need to come to me for help. If you don't tell anyone how you're feeling, all you do is think, worry, and stress about your life, and that will make it worse. You need to be open about it so that we can come up with a plan. A plan will help you fix this and give you steps to take to make it better.

I'm loved, I'm cared about, and I will be okay

I met with my doctor today. I've been having a rough go of things lately, and for the first time in a long time, I asked for help. My doctor could see how overwhelmed I was and how out of control I felt, and she left me with a few points that I think are relevant to us all:

• Don't be afraid to say no.
• If you don't ask for something, you won't receive it.
• You need to be at peace with yourself. Tell people when something they're doing isn't making you happy.
• You are worthy. Your opinions matter just as much as anyone else's.

Avoiding unpleasant thoughts, situations, and people is what I have always done. But I've recently realized that I need to change my M.O. 

If you want to make your mind, body, and soul sick, then, by all means, avoid the uncomfortable and bottle everything inside. But if you want to flourish, grow, and be healthy and happy… then you need to be kind to yourself, face the things you wish you could forget, forgive yourself for mistakes made, and get to know (and love) yourself. 

I want to be emotionally available. 

I want to be okay with feeling it all… the good, the bad, and the ugly. 

I want people to know they can come to me, and I will be honest with them about all things. 

I want people to know they can rely on me to be there for them when needed. 

I want to not be ashamed of my past, my feelings, my pain, my emotions. 

I want to feel that it's okay to be human and that it's okay to admit that I need help.  

I want to be okay with making mistakes and learn to be grateful for them because mistakes are good.

I want to believe that it's okay to trust people and that people say what they mean and mean what they say. 

I want to stop second-guessing compliments, words of encouragement, and kindness. 

I want to stop projecting my insecurities onto others—just because I see myself a certain way doesn't mean you see me that way.

I learned today that I shouldn't be afraid to let people in. Today I have been 100% pleasantly surprised, and 0% laughed at, mocked, or ridiculed.