Turning Blue into Indigo and Finding Happiness in Simple Pleasures

Feeling Vulnerable

When I quit work, I let go a boat load of anxiety and stress. Now I love staying at home for hours on end. I can do what I want when I feel the impulse go through me. I have taken up all kinds of extra interests and hobbies. Leaving work was the best move I ever made in my adult life. I was thoroughly done with pleasing others at my own expense and having to suffer fools. While I enjoyed some of my colleagues, there were as many that I detested. I miss the income and have had to find others ways to earn a living. Meanwhile, I am writing this blog to share what has happened in my life since my departure from work.

Sitting in the kitchen sipping a cup of hot coffee, it suddenly occurred to me that I have done nothing to protect myself from home invasion. I was never a fanatic about self-defense, but recently I have become concerned given the crime statistics in the surrounding area. While nothing has happened to date on my block, it could at any time and situations have been reported a few streets away. So what does a homeowner do? I have read online and talked with others and realize that first and foremost, we need a neighborhood watch. I don’t know if I want to run it, but I will certainly participate. It can be a very good method of protection if so many people are on the lookout for trouble. It may not be enough to ensure complete safety, but it will no doubt help immensely. At least the residents here will feel more confident and at peace. There is a lot to say for sleeping soundly at night and not fearing an intruder.

Beyond a neighborhood watch, you can buy a weapon but this gives me the shivers. I can’t imagine using it, but they say that people do in really tense cases where you feel threatened. I can install an alarm as an alternative. But how long do you have to wait for a response? I imagine it seems like hours while you cower in fear. Yikes. I am feeling very vulnerable. Looking up other tactics online at https://www.selfdefenseguide.org, I see that you can buy pepper spray, stun guns, Tasers, and the like. They add up to a great survival kit. Why not keep a small mace sprayer in your backpack or handbag and one in your nightstand. If I do this, will I calm down? I am getting panicky and worked up—it’s in my nature. I am not going to run out and learn a martial art, but I can prepare for the worst in other ways.

Friends say that I am on the right track because once you are super prepared, nothing ever happens. I like that idea. In the meantime, I have to stop reading about local crime and put away those police reports that scare me to death.

A Real Break

I have devoted my blogs to finding happiness. I have written about what goes wrong in life as well as how to make it right. I have touted nutrition and exercise and giving yourself a treat like some home-care. Today I want to talk about a surefire way to life the spirits. For me, this means spending some quality time outdoors. If you don’t have time to getaway, you can simply take a walk in the park and feed the ducks in the lake. These little guys always cheer me up.

If you have a spare weekend, I recommend a short vacation. My husband and I like to go camping by the river. Whether we hike, fish, cook over an open fire, or just sit and listen to music, it is a real break from ordinary life. I think we all need a respite now and then. Let me tell you why I like camping. When you have to fend for yourself, your mind takes a detour from your troubles. There is a lot of self-satisfaction in setting up a tent, building a campfire, or preparing fresh-caught fish for dinner. When the weather is nice and there is a subtle breeze, I am in heaven. I never go when it is either freezing cold or super hot.

When you take precautions, nothing can go wrong. For example, we always bring our trusty portable generator to keep our phones charged. If you want night lights, to work on your laptop (why would you?), or play music, you might find this gadget pretty handy. You don’t need it most of the time, but it is comforting knowing it is there. It is small and generates enough power for a short period of time. I wouldn’t want to lug a huge fellow like the ones on My Gen Set. This one fits nicely in the back of the van. You use propane fuel to make it run. It also does double duty at home should you experience a blackout. It won’t operate all your electricity, but it could be useful for small appliances. I recommend them highly.

After a weekend of camping, my mood is always restored. I enjoy the scenery and taking innumerable photos for Facebook and Instagram. I want to share the magic of nature. There is nothing so revitalizing. If you have never ventured into the woods or wilderness, you have a unique experience coming. I don’t even mind the appearance of assorted wildlife. We don’t get anything threatening like a wolf or a bear. It is usually just my husband and me relaxing against an enormous rock, a can of beer in hand. When we get motivated, a jump in the river cools us off.

A portable generator is a part of being in survival mode. If you prefer to rough it, then leave it home. There are many techniques to ensure you are safe and well cared for while camping. I like to have a little of each: modern luxury and down-to-earth fun.

Finally Have Time to Cook

There is an equation that is very important to me. Happiness = good health. If I break this down a bit further for you, good health = nutrition and exercise. It is a simple formula that yields success if followed to the letter. It means not indulging yourself in bad food such as processed vegetables in a can or anything fried. It means learning how to cook with the right oils and procedures. Steaming and grilling are tops with fitness buffs. They counsel that you can’t eat too many fruits and veggies. Go easy on red meat and when you do partake, make sure it is lean. The rest of the time should be spent enjoying fish and chicken. These rules are easy to follow. The hard part is getting to the gym on a regular basis.

I hadn’t cooked for a very long time when I realized that I was not eating right most of the time. I would have a meal on the run, usually calorie-laden fast food. Fortunately, many franchises now serve salads. I believe that to lose some weight and feel my best, I should start to cook. Then I can make the necessary choices. I have some old recipe books that haven’t seen the light of day for a while. Down from the shelves they come. It will be fun to read through them and select the healthiest examples. I can always get more online, but it is a nostalgia trip to look at what I used to make. I suppose a lot will be outdated. We have changed our eating habits in this country due to rampant obesity. Beware!

I couldn’t wait to get started. Having left a grueling and disappointing job, I am home more often so that I can make sure of the quality of what I eat. I like the idea of laying out a week’s worth of ideas on the kitchen counter so I can shop for all the ingredients at once. I won’t buy too far in advance to ensure that everything in my basket is super fresh. We have a health food chain nearby known for the best produce and meats. They have packaged foods but I don’t go this route unless I want pasta, which is only now and then.

Getting back into cooking has made me realize how old my appliances are. I think a trip to the discount kitchen mart is in order. I know I can’t live without a blender to make smoothies and a hand mixer like the ones on this web site for sauces. While I need assorted small things like a grater for cheese and a garlic press, I need larger items like a toaster oven and a coffee maker. I have really neglected this room of the house. Everything has a frayed cord and looks worn out. This is because so many of the appliances were hand-me-downs. If I spend a decent amount, the new stuff should last for many years. Onward to the store.

It’s not Old, It’s Vintage

Not long ago, I left a promising career. It wasn’t meeting my expectations or needs. One of the advantages of quitting a nasty job is not having to buy a lot of new work clothes. You are no longer a victim of the dress for success code. You don’t have to care what other people think. I never found it fun to go shopping once every fall like clockwork. It helps that you can do most of it online, but frankly I don’t like returning things that don’t fit. While I have a good old sewing machine that my mother handed down to me as a wedding present, I am not much for alternations. I want to buy something ready to wear with no fuss.

I recently discovered the old machine as I suddenly found a willingness to mend my worn clothes. It is a frugal and practical approach that appeals to me; plus I have newfound time. Mending is a lot less work that converting a dress in the wrong size. I have learned not to trust the sizes of most clothing websites. Those dimensions they give don’t work. I haven’t operated this old boy in so long that I wasn’t sure I could remember how anymore given the years that have passed. In that it is not one of those ultra-modern computerized models, it shouldn’t take long to relearn my former skills. When I found it languishing and neglected in the hall closet, I was happy to dust it off and set it up on my work table—a converted desk. If you saw the machine, you would gasp: it’s so out of date. I would reply in a heartbeat: it’s not old, it’s vintage.

The word vintage now gives some cachet to the appliances of yesteryear. I wouldn’t trade this relic for anything else now. The new models are too complicated. You must read, and reread, a huge manual. I don’t need more stress in my life. With this model, I can mend most anything from a delicate blouse to sturdy jeans. It involves a simple change of setting. It is all manual unlike what is required these days with the upgraded styles. I suddenly enjoy the relaxation of sewing. When you concentrate on the task at hand, you can clear your mind completely. Sewing is absorbing like few other hobbies.

Over time, I have been pleased with my results and have even taught a friend or two how to sew. Most want to make curtains, repair a torn bedsheet, fix a hem, or restore a torn seam. I have gotten much farther along. After a bit of ordinary mending, I am now making some items from scratch. I have also fashioned a garment or two for my husband. He enjoys going with me to pick the perfect fabric. Necessity has enriched our lives. We now have something to do together once in a while.

Confronting an Old Fear

There comes a time in your life when you must overcome your fears. Many of these are from childhood and are due to bad memories. I remember when I was learning how to swim, my head went under the water for the first time and I panicked. I didn’t have the right instinct for it and stopped dead in my tracks. My mother was mortified and begged me to give it another try. The same thing happened and the panic was even worse. Because of my long-time fear of the water, I now can’t go with friends when they want to snorkel and steer a kayak. They have vacations in the sun without me. I regret missing out to this day. I am cut out of a great part of their water world. I envy those people who grew up swimming and diving in the backyard. They can surf at the beach or enjoy a hotel pool. The most I do is sit quietly and sip a soda as I watch others frolic about.

My friends haven’t given up asking me to come along, hoping that I will overcome my phobia eventually. I am tired of refusing. As a result, I have decided to take swimming lessons once and for all. It is hard for an adult, but it must be better than when I was a tot. This assumption turned out to be correct. I had a very patient instructor who was used to dealing with adult fears. We worked slowly step by step. I waded in the water, then dunked my head, then learned how to tread water and dog paddle. So far so good. I progressed quickly to performing the crawl. When that was mastered I moved on to the backstroke. There will be more in due time, but I was satisfied enough at this point. I practiced for a few days on my own and my teacher was impressed. Before I knew it, I was a true Salty Dog.

Now it was my turn to suggest a water recreation outing for my friends. As the weather was glorious, we made plans to go in a few days. It was vacation time and I splurged by joining them on a flight to Hawaii. The reefs are magnificent for snorkeling. I rented a facemask and some fins and I was all set. The water was shallow and not at all threatening and I had a marvelous time. I said I would be willing to go deeper to test my new skills. You will soon see a picture of me in all my regalia on Instagram so I can prove to the world that I have arrived. I can swim with ease and dive when needed. I am no pro but a good amateur. The moral of this blog is that you can overcome fears as I have shown and that it takes willingness and a pinch of moxie.

Another Positive Effect

Nothing is more depressing than being overweight and having to continually face the world with all those extra pounds. Every time you look in the mirror (if you dare to do it), you probably groan. Given the rampant obesity in this country, I am surprised there is not more mental illness about. Some people have been this way all their lives and it doesn’t appear to affect their mood. In my case, it does. I am not often seriously fat, but I have been known to pack on the pounds when I am in a real funk. It just makes it worse. When you start to see negative old patterns recur, it is time to call a halt to overeating.

One day, I stepped on the scales and nearly fainted. When did this weight gain start to happen? It does creep up on you to be sure. I am sure many of you know this. It is wise to nip it in the bud before it gets out of control, if only we could. My method most of the time is session after session in the gym. This has a definite positive effect. Another way that works well is to jog or walk on the local nature trail. It is one of my favorite pastimes and becomes ever more important when I need to trim my figure. When I am in my normal range, setting about for a long jaunt is just a form of exercise for basic health and fitness. As a part of a weight loss program, it has been unbeatable for me.

Here is why I know this for a fact. After I had been hitting the path for over a week, I thought I would check the scale as it had been a while. I normally don’t flinch, but this time I jumped for joy. I had lost five pounds. I was so surprised that I assumed that the appliance was broken. It had to be. And then I read here – http://www.myweighin.net/find-accurate-scales/ – that scales have an accuracy level, and mine weren’t too accurate. I was eating the same food as before. Nothing but the walking had changed. I expected the exercise to help, but I didn’t know it would be so fast. It can come back in a second, or so it seems, so I am not ending my trail time just yet.

When you discover that something you do really works, you want to crow about it to the world. Fortunately, I started this blog about coping with depression. If you don’t have a nature trail in your vicinity, try running the outdoor track at the local high school. Set yourself a daily goal of at least a mile. If you run fast, you won’t have to go so far. You won’t have the scenery I enjoy out in nature, but the method will work. When it rains, I resort to the treadmill at the gym. It will record your heartbeat and calories burned. When I see the numbers, I get hooked.

Maybe I Should Leave Some Things to the Pros

Chores. I hate them with a passion. Who doesn’t? If I don’t do them around the house and the yard, no one else will. My husband has more than his share of tasks with emptying the trash, cleaning the garage, and taking care of the cars. To wash the latter, he bought a power washer which I find very handy for my own work. I never used to do much in the way of dusting and vacuuming when I was working and limited my time to tidying up in the kitchen. Upon rare occasion, I would clean the interior of the stove, microwave, and refrigerator. That was enough! Now things have changed. Not working at the moment, I didn’t have an excuse to back out.

Now I see the grime on the windows that has built up over the rainy winter months. While I Pressure Cleaned the exterior of the house, which shows almost as much dirt, I will tackle the windows at the same time. When I turn on that blast of water, I expect to get results. In one afternoon, I can accomplish a lot. If you have never used one, by all means, try it. It is a miracle worker for the garage floor, the back patio, the driveway and sidewalks. The intensity of the spray will obliterate the effects of time and weather.

After the hard labor, I was feeling pretty good about my accomplishments until my husband took a closer look. “Hey, Marcia,” he called out to me. “You missed a few spots…more than a few.” I didn’t believe him. I walked around the house and noticed that the window ledges were still caked with debris and that the eaves below the roof were laden with leaves. No, I hadn’t done a good job. For my sincere efforts, the results weren’t very good. “I am not going to do it now,” I sighed with fatigue. “I will attend to it later.” My husband nodded and said he felt sorry for me. “Why not leave it to the pros,” he offered. I agreed but felt guilty about the cost. How much elbow grease does it take to clean perfectly? “It is all in the amount of pressure and the way you hold the hose,” he counseled. He showed me how. My eyes glazed over as I needed a nap. He grabbed the power washer and ran off to finish what I had started.

He did a great job and I felt even worse than before. It wasn’t the fault of the hose, but my inadequacy. Next time, if I don’t leave things to the pros as a gift to him, I will do a more thorough job. I will practice the different settings and learn what works in particular areas. At least, we don’t have to do this huge job for one more year. The power washer, however, stays visible for the monthly car dousing.

Is it Too Much to Ask?

Yikes! I jumped into the shower and in minutes the water turned icy cold. It was a shock that woke me up in a very unpleasant manner. I wanted a steamy hot shower to ease my aching muscles (which happens when your mattress is a bit stiff) and instead I got a disappointing spray of gelid water. This is a most unpleasant way to wake up in the morning and it ruins the entire day. If you are like me and subject to foul moods, this is not a good plan.

Obviously, the hot water heater is down and it is time to call a plumber. I hope he doesn’t tell me I need a new one. Knowing I am hesitant to plunk down a lot of money for a mere appliance, he proceeded to fix the old unit and said it would probably last for another year or two if I was lucky. I might get another episode of cold water from time to time. I dream of the day when I can save up enough to replace it. Is it too much to ask?

Maybe I am jumping the gun, but I am already checking out new models and prices. I never want to see an old metal tank again. It is going to be tankless from http://www.homewatercenter.org/best-tankless-water-heater-reviews/ and pure efficiency all the way. When you replace an old system with a state-of-the-art model, you immediately save space that you can now use for storage. I am already planning what to do with it. Plus, your utility bills are lower every month. This means you are paying for the new water heater over time. It is so impressive a benefit that I might go for it now rather than wait until later. I never want to subject myself to shocking gold water again. My skin is too sensitive for this kind of onslaught.

I asked around and found that 50% of my friends have the tankless variety and they love it. You get strength, reliability, better flow and satisfying water temperature all the time. They like the use of electricity and not gas to get more control. No one likes a system that generates noxious fumes that must be vented. They counsel me to just get the right size for your space. Why get a large, expensive model for a small apartment? It is all about energy efficiency, which I knew. You aren’t heating up dozens of gallons unnecessarily. I like to have this benefit confirmed. Why have water sitting there waiting to be used?

I also read that you can buy a water heater that turns itself off when it becomes overheated. I suppose that is important. I also like the idea of a maximum range of temperature settings. These tankless babies are “on demand” units that provide precise control. I do believe that I have talked myself into a new one.