Thursday, April 9, 2015

April 9th, 2015 Importance Level Gauge

April 9th, 2015 Importance Level Gauge

Before I write another word tonight, I want to take pause and send wishes of peace and healing to my dear Aunt Connie, my cousins and other family members of mine. My cousin Dale passed away this morning after suffering a heart attack. He was only 53 years old. That's way too young. We'll all get together in the coming days for Dale's funeral and I'm sure many of us will talk about how good it is to see one another and how we wish it were under different circumstances. I've said those exact words numerous times and most always at funerals. It's a powerful reminder to me, to take pause a little more often, stay in touch, communicating with family a little more, because we never know when or if we'll have another chance.
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I was up late last night covering weather on the radio. It wasn't severe by the time it reached our immediate area, but I've often said, some of our best, most useful coverage is when we're on the air letting listeners know it's going to be okay. Sometimes even non-severe storms can certainly sound severe, so this kind of coverage is important.

I made it home just after one am and was in bed shortly after. When the 4:30am alarm sounded, I slept soundly, right through every blaring minute. When I finally woke up, I realized there wasn't any way to make it to the studio for the start of my show. I had to call a colleague to step in and cover until I arrived shortly before 7am.

Starting the day in a panic and rush always has the potential to tilt our planning and even our resolve in taking extraordinary care. How can I make the best of this rough start? I can make sure I grab my bag of breakfast items, take a few deep breaths and a few more sips of coffee and choose to be okay.

Breakfast was a little later than normal and this tilted the rest of my food schedule, slightly. It really wasn't too bad at all.

My workout this evening was solid and earlier than my usual Y time. I'm discovering the earlier I get in there, the better I feel afterward--because not only do I generally feel well after a workout, it adds an additional positive because it at least gives me the potential of getting to bed closer to a reasonable time.

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#tbt Considering how many big before pictures I've shared over the years, you might find it hard to believe that I often tried to avoid pictures back then or at least hide behind someone or something. This Throwback Thursday picture was snapped by a colleague who had just received his new iPhone. He wanted to try out the camera and I was right in front of him, so why not? I remember him showing me the picture afterward and me not liking it one teeny tiny bit.

It's interesting how our perception can become warped. At my heaviest, I didn't realized I appeared that large. I really thought I appeared smaller. It was always a shock to see a picture, wow, am I really that big? Flip it around and the opposite perception comes into play. At my healthiest weight, I always thought I appeared bigger. Seeing pictures was equally shocking, except it was the opposite thought, wow, am I really that small? 

Now, I feel like I have a fairly decent handle on my authentic reality. And quite honestly, no matter my size and/or imperfections, the things I'm making important are the non-negotiable fundamental elements of my continued recovery. To me, the top of the importance level gauge is labeled "sacred," and I mean it 100%. As long as I keep that importance level gauge pegged to the top, I have a good chance of maintaining continued recovery.

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Thank you for reading and your continued support,
Strength,
Sean

6 comments:

  1. I smiled when you read about not realizing how 'big' you were. At my heaviest, I never looked at all of me in the mirror. I looked at my face as I applied makeup. I watched the comb glide through my hair. I checked the back of my skirt to make sure it wasn't tucked into my underwear. Now I can look in the mirror with alot of self acceptance.

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    1. I knew you could relate, Gerri! The whole self-acceptance thing is a big deal!

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  2. My condolences on your family's loss. And thank you for your ever-inspiring words!!

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    1. A, thank you! You're very welcome. I'm glad you find inspiration here! :)

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  3. So sorry for your loss, Sean.. so young.
    May he rest in peace.

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