Tuesday, August 4, 2015

What would you tell your 13 year old self....

After reading my last blog post, my friend Jamie reached out to me and came up with a great idea since we both want to write more, we will send each other 2 prompts on Sunday and we have the week to write one or both of them. The prompts she sent me this week were 1. The Good Life and 2. What would you tell your 13 year old self?

What would I tell my 13 year old self…..
“Tiffany, embrace your quirks and your individuality. Don’t change your hair because people think you should fit inside of the mold that they assume is made for everyone. Be ok with being yourself. Those who are meant to love you will love YOU for exactly who you are! Be brave! Think outside of the box.
Don’t get married at 18, girl!! You will change so much for years and years after that.
Go to college while you’re young! Travel more! Study abroad….”
Oh if we could really go back to 13 with the knowledge that we have at 40.
Though if you really think about it, the knowledge we have at 40 came from the choices we made at 13, at 18, at 25….
Although I wish I could go back and do a few things over like those listed above, I would not be the person I am today had I not made the choices I made every day before now. Who knows what person I would be today if even one of those things had changed. There is no way to know if it would have been better or not.
I admit that some days I look back and wonder; what could have been? What would have been if I had done this or that??
But as I sit in my back yard, one of my favorite places on the planet, I think to myself that I am pretty lucky. I have a good life; a wonderful family and friends, a good job, a cozy little home that I love. I have had the opportunity to travel and see so many places that I will never ever forget. Through travel and scuba diving I have learned that I am a brave person, that fear exists but it doesn’t have to control our lives, that you find yourself in the adventures you take. Wow, that is something that I needed to be reminded of right this very moment. Being content with life is good, but being complacent is something entirely different.
I am happy with the life I have but I am always hungry for more. This has been a struggle for me at times, when I feel so anxious for change that I feel guilty that maybe I am not being grateful for the things I do have. I have come to learn that it is ok to be happy with life but striving for adventure and for things to be different as well.
This has been an eye opening challenge for me and I am grateful for being given the opportunity to take a look back, to embrace the good I have in my life and to be excited about the future and the next adventure that awaits.
Yesterday was, today is and tomorrow will be; The Good Life.

Monday, July 20, 2015

I have been challenged... to write

My friend Nic and I have been hiking the past month and a half or so and we talk and talk and talk....
We have begun to call it "hiking therapy" because we get out in the beautiful mountain air and talk about everything.
The past Saturday we did a 4 hour hike to Red Pine Lake in Little Cottonwood canyon. During our hike he asked if I had been writing. I can't even recall that I mentioned to him that I enjoyed writing and that it helped me process through the tough times but I must have and I am so glad I did. When he asked if I had been writing lately all I could say was "no". I had to look inside myself for the "why". That is always the hard question to ask myself; "Why have I not been writing?" I can't even find a solid reason. I wonder if it is just simply because I am afraid of the things I would write if I put my pen to paper. Am I afraid to face the things that are going on inside of me?
Why does fear keep us inside ourselves when we know how much it would help to get it out.
Hiking therapy has been great. And I feel that I can again be held accountable, even just every now and again, to acknowledge even the small steps taken.
Next time he asks me if I have been writing I will be able to say "yes", if even just a little.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

A diver...

Swimming in the ocean with a mask, fins and a tank. I never thought I could be that person, a diver, but I am. The ocean calls to me more than most places I have stood with my two feet. How can words properly describe the feelings I have about diving? I am fearful of the oceans surface, the waves crashing about so haphazard and powerful but when given the sign that we are ok to descend, the fear stays on the surface. The calm and serenity of the ocean underneath, it is indescribable really. When someone says “Go to your happy place” it is the blue of the ocean that my mind instantly surrenders. The bright fish and sea turtles; the flow of water bending the edges of the sandy bottom into tiny scalloped ripples; the tiny snake like creatures that protect themselves by appearing to be sea grass slowly sinking back into the sand when approached; the seemingly bottomless and endless darkening blue that deepens below you as you search a coral wall for creatures. I didn’t consider myself a swimmer before I was a diver, but I suppose they go hand in hand. I don’t jump into a pool and set fear aside and stick my face under water and not worry about drowning, but when I take my giant stride into the ocean from the edge of a bobbing boat I set fear on the deck and jump into myself. Into a world that not everyone is brave enough to go. There is a sense of pride that comes along with the knowledge that I am a diver.....

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Welcome 2015

Well here we are yet again, another new year upon us. I am grateful for a new year and the hope it offers.
I have not necessarily thought about "resolutions" per say, but what I am thinking about is actually doing more of whatever it is that will change my life for the better. For the last 5 years I have been thinking about and talking about doing "something" more, something meaningful, something that will make a difference to someone, somewhere, somehow. And for the past 5 years I have done little to move forward with this. My words have fallen flat without action.
Today is the day that this will change.
I don't have a perfect road laid out, or a plan that will guarantee success, but I have a heart that is full and the desire to make some changes and to DO something!! To finally do something to get myself headed in this direction rather than just continuing to complain about the fact that my life has not changed or progressed.
It is up to me!!
I am looking forward to all of the things that 2015 will bring...


What are you hoping 2015 will bring to you?

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

...to hope...

Hope as described by Websters dictionary online.
Hope
(verb)
: to want something to happen or be true and think that it could happen or be true

: to cherish a desire with anticipation

: to desire with expectation of obtainment

: to expect with confidence

Hope
(noun)

: the feeling of wanting something to happen and thinking that it could happen : a feeling that something good will happen or be true

: the chance that something good will happen

: someone or something that may be able to provide help : someone or something that gives you a reason for hoping

Isn't so much of life about hope...
Hope in finding love... Hope in finding internal peace....Hope in a new job... Hope in seeing the world...Hope in healing the sick...Hope in helping others find passion...Hope for living your dreams...Hope in good health... Hope in finding happiness...
What are the things that you hope for?

Monday, July 21, 2014

...happy birthday sweet mom....


Today this beautiful woman would have been 73 years old had she not been taken too soon from brain cancer nearly 5 years ago.
I have an ache in my heart simply wishing I could say Happy Birthday to her in person. I miss her so very much. I am grateful that I could hike up to Cecret Lake tonight and wish her a Happy Birthday and blow her a kiss and know that she is part of the beautiful sky, the mountains, the flowers, the air and she knows that we love her and miss her. She lives with such strength in all of our hearts.
Happy Birthday mom!! I wish I could give you the biggest hug and sing you happy birthday, but life doesn't always look the way we think it should.
I miss you with all of my heart.
As always, each day, we celebrate you and how very grateful we all are that you are our mom, grandma, wife, sister and friend.
Love you always,
Your proud daughter~ Tiffany

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

love lost and hope found....



I met an older gentleman at work last week and during our conversation he said 3 years ago his wife of 53 years had died suddenly. After giving my condolences regarding her death I said "wow, that is a long time" speaking of their years of marriage. And he corrected me, "no, it isn't" and he smiled. How right he was. In this day and age for a marriage to last 53 years is such a huge accomplishment, but in the grand scheme of things 53 years together was simply not enough.

On my recent trip to Europe, I stumbled upon a lovely walking bridge in Frankfurt, Germany. All the way down both sides of the bridge locks of love are placed with names and dates of marriage or initials of lovers. And suddenly something struck me; that hope for love is still somewhere inside of me. For a few years now I have been fearful of love. Aside from a year long relationship in 2013 with a great man who was before,and always will be a amazing friend, I have not been in a relationship or even really open to the idea of one. I finally realized that I am overwhelmed with fear. Not only of being hurt, but honestly the fear I have most is in hurting another person again. The hope I had lost was not in love itself, but in me and my own ability to love, to really really love again.

On this same trip I met a couple in their 70's and they have been together for 25 years. It made me realize that they had not even met or began their relationship until they were in their 40's. That gave me hope as well. Hope that love is still a possibility for me, that I may find someone to share a life with.
Being open to the idea of it is a huge a step for me, and admitting it out loud is an even bigger step.

Love lost....Hope found....