# 138 - Road Trip Treasures and Tribulations

For so many years I enjoyed car trips. Getting in the car and heading toward a destination, whether it was to visit family or to go on a vacation, I always enjoyed the sights along the way that can only come from traveling on the road. However, my body being glued together, clipped together, plated together, three ribs removed and part of me patched back together with a tissue transplant has combined to make travel, in a vehicle, a torturous process.

My mind still has the same old excitement building with anticipation of taking a road trip, but I am now being mentally assaulted with anxiety as a road trip approaches because my body becomes a mass of pain and struggle as each vibration from the road moves through parts of me that are no longer "me."

I can see that my body can endure approximately two hours on the road, and then it is feeling the impact of the road trip, which is now a great hardship on my body.

This has been devastating to me because I have always loved driving and going places by highway. Even more upsetting, my daughters each live more than two hours one-way from my current home.

One consideration I've been making, lately, is that a truck is not the best form of transportation for my particular difficulties. Since my upper spine has been reconstructed, and is, essentially, in existence due to fused cadaver bone and double-sided hardware with screws and bolts, any road vibration or movement, especially in a truck, will naturally travel to the highest point and one little bump, in a truck, follows the natural course of motion which is not good for the neck area.

There goes my dream of wanting to buy a Land Cruiser! This is another area of shifting changes requiring adaptation to limitations. And yes, I despise the word "limitation." However, that word is simply a vocabulary description of what all of us must confront, in one way or another, sooner or later. Life always has limitations and boundaries that we must face.

A lower profile vehicle with a cushioned shock system is the combination I need to be able to travel, realistically. I had to laugh when thinking about this because I realize this is the reason many people with painful body-issues drive a Buick! Regardless, a truck, no matter how cushioned, is not going to work for my body during long distant travel that will be over two hours. For others, a truck will work, but for my cervical spine, it's a disaster. This fact is not a personal choice, it's a forced reality-check that I must confront.

That being said, I made the road trip from the Houston area to San Marcus as a passenger this week to witness my youngest daughter receiving her class ring at Texas State University. The drive was at least three hours, one-way, and this was a major challenge for my body to endure in a truck driven by my husband. But, I was thrilled to still be able to make it and to see such beautiful moments in life!

With my youngest daughter who now has her university ring!

My daughter, Stefie, was adorable as her 90-pound petite frame crossed in front of the stage area to get her ring and to dip it into the waterfall that held water from the San Marcus River that runs into the Guadelupe river. That is the tradition, to dip the ring in the river waters that play such a massive part of this university's history.

I loved it!

Her achievement is a beautiful time for me, as a mother. I have now witnessed both of my daughters getting their class rings for their university studies and this has been a huge blessing. I sit back and know that something went right for my two daughters to have had the drive, the ability, the support, and the commitment to earn their four-year degrees in such a strict amount of time.

We took our growing family out to dinner to celebrate our youngest getting her class ring, and it was wonderful that she got to be the reason for the celebration; it was her turn to shine. She earned this moment and a parent is always very proud to share such times in the life of their adult child.

Stefie and her Aunt Normandy, both
showing their Texas State rings! A family
tradition that's very special!

 

Timeless.

 

The following day, back on the road, I hoped to make it home without any major problems. About two hours into the trip, in a rush of prickling sensation, I completely lost feeling to both of my hands and then, as I stared at my hands and the weird numbness, it traveled up to my forearms. The numbness was a shocking experience because it did not happen gradually, it occurred with suddenness. I was sitting up, alert, moving around in my seat, listening to good music, my arms in frequent motion for this or that, so it didn't make sense. However, as the numbness rushed to my fingers and moved upward with haste, I begin to shift around, I leaned forward, stretched and did everything I could to get feeling back in my arms; however, the numbness kept increasing.

I shook my arms and squeezed my hands together while looking at them as if they were foreign attachments to my body. It was not a good feeling. Unlike impinged blood flow that can be returned with an adjustment of our limbs, this numbness remained for nearly 45 minutes. I could still move my hands and fingers, but they were in a state of being "asleep" in a flash and remained in this manner for an extended period of time. All I can think is that the spinal cord impingement that I still live with in my cervical spine had been jostled a bit too much, and I paid a price.

My spine issues go well beyond experiencing back pain, certain situations cause my spine to be under strain with the spinal cord still being impacted by direct impingement, so this affects the functioning of my body. It's not pleasant. And this, of course, creates issues with my Addison's disease. Many people with Addison's disease are dealing with additional problems that make managing the Addison's a difficult prospect. However, as a precaution, I did have my auto-blood pressure cuff in my purse to help me prevent an Addison's crash.

I can tell anyone with Addison's disease that a wrist blood pressure cuff is probably one of your best defense mechanisms to combat plummeting vitals that are often difficult to measure, until we are feeling the side-effects of fading vitals due to sudden blood pressure dips. Even with stress doses of HC taken while traveling, I still have trouble balancing my condition. It's a challenge.

I've heard many fellow Addisonians discuss travel by plane being just as difficult, if not more difficult, and often shocking, by the impact traveling by air has on their body. It appears that flying requires hydration to be a super-priority for those with Addison's. Also, a person's body endures more hardship with jet-lag negatively impacting an Addisonian on a level that most "normal" people cannot comprehend. I believe that having Addison's disease or Adrenal Insufficiency, especially if your condition is considered "brittle," can make any kind of travel a health challenge.

For me, I can't help but mourn my inability to travel by car without a second thought, as I had done for most of my life. Going on a car trip is now like signing up for voluntary torture for me, but it's amazing the level of torture we will endure to do things we love. Still, I opt to travel by road as infrequently as possible because I need to stay independent and the road trip can take a massive toll on my health.

I guess this is the reason I absolutely LOVE vacationing by cruise. Having the ability to retreat to your cabin and to be supine can be tremendously helpful for a person who has major health challenges, especially if you are not prone to getting seasick. Being able to enjoy such a vacation is empowering, but I can't orchestrate all family gatherings and special events to be held on a cruise-line. Such a shame!

Anyway, I have had an awesome time seeing my baby get her beautiful class ring and to honor her achievements. She's an amazing young gal and has much to offer society. She will make a wonderful Child Life Specialist.

My father-in-law with my Stefie!

And...I am going to work on test-driving vehicles that can better provide a cushioned, low-profile, shock-absorbing ride that is less likely to give me major wobble-head problems.

Then, New York, New York...HERE I COME! :-)

# 137 - KPC - Klebsiella Pneumoniae

Being told you have a bacterial infection is something most of us have experienced. Most of us have had to take anti-biotics for some reason or another. Some bacterial infections are rather simple and others are becoming difficult to treat because the bacteria are building up their own resistance, their own defenses, against anti-biotics of today.

I have another doctor appointment tomorrow, but a couple of months ago, I was tested and shown to have Klebsiella Pneumoniae bacteria. I had never heard of the word. However, I was not very worried, not until I began to see this word pop-up in the news. Then, I began to feel guilty for not pushing my own health issues through because I had allowed myself to fall through the cracks.

Personally, I am thankful that it appears I do not have symptoms, even though I have tested positive for the bacteria Klebsiella pneumoniae. However, I am getting a double-check on that tomorrow. I did speak with the diagnosing doctor's office today to confirm the presence of this bacteria and will see my Internal Medicine doctor tomorrow to see if I should go ahead and start on a preventative round of anti-biotics. I'm still learning about this bacteria, but am grateful it's not the KPC variety.

Most important, after I read such terrible things regarding this bacteria and felt like I was spinning in circles, a profound source helped me to sift through the basics regarding this bacteria. That's when I truly began to understand that Klebsiella is a bacteria that has been around for a long time and you can have the bacteria in your system, but NOT BE INFECTED. This source helped me to understand that 1 in 100 people might test positive for this bacteria, but they might never get sick because their immune system keeps the bacteria from colonizing into an infection.

However, when it is KPC, it is dangerous. KPC is a variant of Klebsiella.

Very often, a person with this bacteria that has colonized will end up very sick. If a person develops sepsis and dies, the family members might not even know that KPC was involved or they might hear the word Klebsiella mingled with the word sepsis and it would be critical to know this because it means the patient was exposed to bacteria, most likely while in the hospital for the initial reason they were admitted.

If you or someone you have known has been very ill from a KPC infection or if someone you know has died from a KPC complicated infection, please email me.

For those of us with weakened immune systems, this bacteria is definitely a concern. If you are going to be hospitalized, be sure to speak up about health care workers being diligent with their hand-washing and sanitation efforts. If the health care worker comes into your room, washes their hands, puts on rubber gloves then proceeds to touch the bed railing, the remote control, the room door handle, the sink faucets...then that person is not exactly protecting YOU from bacteria, they are only protecting themselves; You should SPEAK UP. Remind them that you are not wearing a latex protective coating and could they rewash their hands and not touch other items before asking you to open your mouth or before handling items that will touch your own body fluids. It's Germ-Control 101.

Of course, if you're unconcscious, the hard fact is, you will depend on hospital staff to still maintain rigorous sanitation habits, even if your eyes can't keep an eye on their effort toward due diligence to not spread infection.

Again, if you have had an actual KPC infection or know who someone who does or who has died from one, email me at FindingLana@yahoo.com because we can take steps to bring awareness to this dangerous bacteria.

As for me, I am going to be getting more cultures done to make sure my bacteria has not become an infection or that it is not becoming stronger...so that I can keep this bacteria in my body from colonizing to the point of creating a deadly infection.

# 136 - C. diff Danger - Protect Yourself

I am a writer, a blogger, a simple woman. What is it that has been said of blogging? That it is the graffiti of writing? Well, I've probably put out some graffiti in this attempt at what I call "Reality Writing," and my opinions are personal opinions, but my sharing is always a heartfelt effort mingled with a desire to be informative. This week, I have been reading some of Peter Eisler's writings. He is an investigative journalist with USA TODAY, and the recognition he receives for his work is for good reason.

I look forward to reading more of his work, even if it makes my skin crawl...in a good way. I often have to pause while reading his work because each sentence is a powerpunch to the brain...it has to be absorbed with a chill-wiggle before I proceed to the next sentence. You can bet that I'll be following his reports, and I suggest you do the same.

I'm passing this particular topic along because having a broad international readership provides a great spider-web opportunity to help spread information. One little thread of knowledge leads to another, around and round it goes.

Since many support boards and groups read this blog, I am hoping you can do your part to spread the word about this bacteria I have just learned about in one of Peter Eisler's articles. It's called, "C. diff" which is short for Clostridium difficile. This bacteria could be a danger to any of us, especially those of us with known chronic medical conditions. Understanding C. diff might be vital for each of us to have an added edge to avoid this bacteria and the complications it could invite into our body. I say, face the eye-popping truth revealed in the article that I am providing via an attached link. As for me, I cannot turn my back on potentially life-saving research; I must pass it along.

Since I have had my fair share of hospitalizations and have another one fast approaching in November, the information I've recently read on a hardy bacteria called "C. diff" has apparently awakened my brain to new dangers at many different kinds of medical facilities. Yet, it seems that many of these medical facilities do not want to fully address. C. diff as a sinister bacteria making an impact upon their controlled environments. It appears that many medical facilities are learning that C. diff is not so easy to shoo away with the squirt of standard anti-bacterial cleanser.

In Peter Eisler's article, he provides in-depth research to bring awareness about the seriousness of bacterial enemies, such as C. diff, and their wiliness to escape destruction. While reading Mr. Eisler's article, I could only imagine this bacteria to be the foundation for horror sci-fi movies, its ability to cling to the cracks and crannies of hospital equipment and beyond is terrifying. The way this bacteria manifests itself in the human body is no less unthinkable except that is is thinkable. C. diff exists and the realities of it being in a hospital near you is likely.

This bacteria has proven to have deadly consequences. Just as we carefully strive to be dutiful in locking our doors at night to protect ourselves and our families, it would be wise to know what is on the other side of that locked door. And who hasn't had to made an occasional trip to some kind of medical facility? Sooner or later, most of us have to make that trip, dreaded or not. Are you thinking that you are safe because of that hand-sanitizer you carry around? Think again. Do you believe all hospital-strength cleaners and hospital-strength hand-sanitizers installed every 3-5 feet will be your first-line of defense against this bacteria? Think again.

That mop that the maintenance crew is swiping down the hall might not be doing anything but tickling this bacteria.   

For me, Peter Eisler had me thinking, first and foremost, about the disinfectants and cleaners used by many hospitals...once you learn about C. diff bacteria, it is quite amazing to discover many hospital disinfectants currently used are not able to kill this bacteria. Changes in cleaners is a simple administrative decision that could be the start in saving lives. However, for a change to occur, acknowledgement of a problem must first be admitted. Unfortunately, hospitals are like the rest of society after a problem is discovered...too many think that the problem won't hit their doorstep, so the foot-dragging toward change often results in disaster.

More than anything, Peter's investigative reporting demonstrates a direct link between awareness and resulting action.

I suppose there will be many hospitals who will avoid Mr. Eisler's investigative works as if it were the plague itself. Facing it might mean accountability. His article embraces hard-hitting information which would demand an end to blind-bliss that creates lethal ignorance. However, one nurse, one patient, one resident in town can do their part to pass along Mr. Eisler's article to promote change. If questions aren't asked, everyone keeps their mouth shut, cover-ups continue and denials remain in place.

Life has continual lessons, avoiding a problem or pretending it doesn't exist won't work. Only by educating ourselves, confronting the issue and following through with an evolving plan can the problem be erased or minimized.

And the C. diff problem is ALL of our problem because bacteria is not a selective enemy, especially when you look around and believe a medical facility appears sparkly clean. It's hard to imagine that deadly bacteria can still be hiding in the midst of a sterile environment, but C. diff proves that to be the case.

However, I urge my blog readers to digest this informative article while remembering that bacteria knows no boundaries, bacteria does not require a passport to travel. This bacteria is likely to impact whatever country you reside in, and it would be prudent to at least be aware so you can question your hospital about their protocol regarding this bacteria, especially if you are a health care worker.

Regardless, remember that most hospitals are run the same as large corporations with liability as their main concern, so the downplay of C. diff statistics is often conveniently shifted with pass-the-buck techniques in an attempt to keep the bacterial "source unknown" and this gives the excuse for patient stats linked to such bacteria the lack of a papertrail. Why would a hospital want to test their patients for C. diff and take accountability for their contamination when a patient may have just been transferred from another facility already infected? If the already-infected patient is counted as testing positive for such a bacteria as C. diff, then the hospital that did not originally cause the infection might be held to the fire. Of course, this blame game comes with a high price, often paid in full by unsuspecting patients who will become infected because of this contagious bacteria being swept under the rug, so to speak. Just remember, this bacteria will happily live under the rug, it can't be swept away so easily.

Blaming another source as a possible excuse for a patient being exposed to C. diff is an obvious ploy to keep distasteful record-keeping from sticking to name of a medical facility. However, this is one problem that proves that denial is not a viable option. C. diff causes deaths that are hard to explain.

Would it really matter where the original source of contamination came from if all medical facilities were required to keep their own records to reflect each and every patient that has tested positive for such bacteria infections? Perhaps strict record-keeping protocol would lead to a better understanding of which facilities have the bacteria invasion under control and which ones need to get a handle on such serious problems.

Peter has shown that some hospitals do indeed record each and every patient diagnosed with such bacterial infections, regardless of the possible original source of contamination...simply keeping record of the number of infected individuals in their facility is giving power to the movement toward controlling contamination. It is refreshing to see some hospitals at least taking ownership for patient stats regarding this bacteria and others, while still acknowledging that the original exposure to the bacteria might have come from another facility.

Read the article and let me know what you think. I know some of you prefer to email, but just know that I am often slow to open my emails. I am very confident that Peter Eisler's work will make a positive difference in the world because his writing has brought focus to a bacteria that is apparently not as insignificant as liability-protecting entities would have us believe.

Title:	Far more could be done to stop the deadly bacteria C. diff
Author:	By Peter Eisler, USA TODAY
Publication:	USA TODAY
Publisher:	USA TODAY
Date:	Aug 15, 2012

Learn more about C. diff, spread the word, click on the link below and arm yourself with the power of knowledge.

http://usatoday30.usatoday.com/news/health/story/2012-08-16/deadly-bacteria-hospital-infections/57079514/1

# 135 - Being Steamrolled

To be "steamrolled" is defined by the wide-web's Urban Dictionary as to be wiped out very quickly without any pause in the attack and to face rapid or continuous destruction.

Sometimes we can feel as if life is steamrolling us.

Life is full of challenges. I am going through several simultaneously. Isn't that the way it goes sometimes? Yes, I'm stuck in a place of feeling as if I am being steamrolled. Of course, it would be easier to deal with certain things if there were more time in between each event, but all of it is rather jam-packed into the same time-frame, and that's how it is going for me these days. I come up for air every chance I get.

Regardless, I will keep moving forward while knowing that dark days will soon give way to light. I'm an eternal optimist, so I know things will end up better than ever, as long as I hang in there.

One problem I've been encountering is serious nose bleeds. In the past 24 hours alone, I have been battling nose bleeds that make my surroundings look like a crime scene. I will be completely unsuspecting, perhaps reading a book, and all of a sudden I will feel a warm trickle going down my face. My nosebleeds are so serious that I have to cup my hands to catch the flowing blood and run to the sink. Usually, it stops as fast as it began. My nose is free of any sores or irritation, the blood is coming from higher...from somewhere that is obviously under pressure and needing release.

I was supposed to get an MRI of the brain this past summer, but I never went. Actually, the diagnostic imaging place was constantly back-logged and having trouble fitting me into the schedule, then I let life get in the way. Anyway, I think it's time to get it done.

Last night, as I laid in bed, sound asleep, I woke up with my throat full of blood and I reached my hand to my face, in the dark, and felt the warm wet sensation. Are you serious? Well, that my was first thought in frustration. In my sleep? This is ridiculous!

In a hurry, I turned on my nightlight to find my hand covered in blood. Fortunately, I had my tissue close by and was able to catch the blood as my head tilted forward off the pillow. I realized that this can't keep happening. Something is going on. Plus, the wobbly head sensation I've been having lately sure doesn't put me at ease. But, I have so many other things going on that it's hard to tackle each separate problem, which makes it overwhelming to decide which area to focus on first. Then, I remember to keep taking step after step, working to slowly diminish my list of problems with special attention to the most immediate issues.

I tried to think of what I have done differently to perhaps cause these nosebleeds --- all I can think of is that I've over-done it in the house this week to get it ready for showings, trying to get it sold. Today, I am forcing myself to stay in bed. If a vessel is under pressure, I'm giving it a break today.

On top of this most recent problem and is reoccuring and demanding my immediate attention, I have been forced to face the fact that I'm about to be admitted into the hospital, and if you are a regular reader, you KNOW how much I detest being in the hospital, for anything.

For the family members who do their part to stay in touch with me and who are interested in me as well as me being interested in them, they know that I have a hospital admission already planned for the first week of November. My doctor wanted to admit me next week, but I refused because my daughter is getting married in about two weeks. I don't want to take the chance on having something go wrong and me end up not being able to walk out of that hospital and be well enough to attend the wedding. I won't chance it. So, I asked him to push it back. Of course, he thinks I'm nuts, but it's not every day that your daughter is getting married. Also, I don't want to have anything done until she's returned from her honeymoon; if something were to go wrong, the last thing I would want is for my daughter to have her honeymoon tainted by a dreaded phone call.

If I have a choice in the matter, I will put myself on hold until after the wedding excitement and honeymoon is over. It might be the wrong choice, I realize that, but for me, it's the right choice for the time.

This wedding is more important to me than I can express. Even though I am struggling, I am determined to be present and without additional worries for this wedding. Afterward, I can be admitted to the hospital and hope everything goes well. Perhaps it will all go so well that I'll be able to breeze through everything and come right back home, but my doctor is taking extra precautions. If it doesn't go well, I won't have the added stress and pressure of feeling as if my situation is causing my kids heartache during a time of expected joy.

My sister knows of my hospital admission date and she will be by my side to make any decision necessary. My youngest daughter might be available as well and she'd be my first choice for necessary decisions regarding my health, if I happen to be knocked out and needing representation. My doctor has made it clear that I need to make sure that arrangements are made for a person to be able to act on my behalf, so I am ready. I'm doing my part. However, my youngest daughter is going through her own problems and so my sister is ready to step in and be the one to help, if needed.

For now, I am concerned that my nosebleeds might interfere with the anesthesia that I will be receiving while in the hospital. Even if I am knocked out, just like last night, a nosebleed might start and I am concerned that no one would know about it until I am in distress, especially because of the amount of blood that is involved. All I can do is make them hyper-aware of this potential problem and hope they stay alert enough to handle it, if it should happen at the most inopportune moment.

As for my hospitalization and upcoming procedures, this is following an amazing Baylor doctor taking my previous CTScans from this past June, scans of my abdomen, and he ordered a second-opinion radiology report. I'm glad he did because it cleared up some wrong assumptions by the first radiologist, but also revealed some definite issues that need to be explored further. Last week, this doctor called me directly. I can tell you that when a doctor is picking up the phone to call you on their own to discuss your radiology report and upcoming procedures and telling you that he hand-picked your surgeon, you know you better listen closely.

I got the call last week as I was heading to mediation for a lawsuit involving our house that had been destroyed by Hurricane Ike in 2008. Turns out, we had hired schemers who we were led to believe were Public Adjusters, so now I am dealing with that on top of everything else, plus a marriage that is disintegrating with threats to take away the things that mean the most to me. First, there are threats of doing what he can to prevent me from attending my daughter's wedding and next are threats to do his best to keep me from getting our acreage as part of the divorce, even though he doesn't want it, he wants to take steps to keep me from having it as well.

Then, to know that my youngest daughter is dealing with her own health issues and I cannot even make the trip to be with her during this time is pure agony.

Things seem to be pouring down, but I keep my faith and know that all of this external chaos cannot touch the peaceful joy within me that is still breathing and looking forward to better days.

I've been around the block enough times to know that better days are usually ahead, so it's good to never give up. Never!

It is regretful that so much is happening at once, but there is great joy mixed in the middle of it all...my daughter getting married is something that I have to cling to as other areas are a struggle. Getting to see her be married is one of my greatest delights, even though there is someone who would love to yank that possibility away from me. I've never had that kind of hateful thinking, so it's hard for me to understand. However, I will not let their sinister intentions interfere with my capacity to still experience joy in the middle of heartache.

I've already been able to make it past massive hurdles, so these in front of me are of little consequence to what I've already faced and conquered. In fact, a few of these hurdles in front of me now will soon be behind me and never able to present itself as a problem again.

Even though I am not looking forward to a hospital admission and am feeling a bit nervous about all that I will be facing, I am glad to be given the chance to get the worries of any potential problems behind me...the doctors will handle anything they see and I am hoping their expertise will only contribute to my increasing good health.

As for today, I better get back on top of that MRI of the brain that I was supposed to have so long ago. The nosebleeds are here with a vengeance and I don't want to go through more days of having to rush around trying to handle an internal busted pipe that is creating a mess. I hope it is simply a vessel irritated and that the irritation is not a chain reaction of something else --- I always opt for the most simple explanation!

For those of you out there who are facing your own hurdles that seem to be piling up on you, remember that you can get past all of them by facing them straight on and just doing what you can, day by day, to make a dent into the situation. It might be too overwhelming to deal with it all at one time or it might not be possible, but set your eyes beyond the hurdle, to the time when it will eventually be a part of your past. New hurdles will always come and that's why it is good to handle them as soon as you can, to prevent the pile-up. If I had done the brain MRI when it was ordered, I would have one less pile on my plate to scrape clean. As it is, I will do my best to do some catching up and to even get ahead of the game so I can be more prepared to enjoy each good day to the fullest.

And for good news, as I close out this post that is taking me FOREVER to write...I just got a confirmation that my brain MRI is scheduled early tomorrow morning, so that part will soon be finished and might help to find the source of these serious nosebleeds that catch me completely off guard. I'm taking my steps, bit by bit, to pass more hurdles!

I am wishing all of you the blessing of contentment with spurts of joy that will be so strong as to overshadow all else. To me, that is the best that life can give us.

This past Sunday, on my way to a memorial for
an old friend. Treasure life while you can!

# 134 - Be Who You Are

Lately, I have been searching for inspiration to keep going through the ups and downs of life, and the great thing about inspiration is that it is everywhere, you simply must be open to receiving it.

This past week, I came across some writings by Joseph Campbell, and I thought I'd share because every word is striking me with such depth that I cannot pick and choose which words to discard.

Mr. Campbell had me at the first sentence, "The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are."

Oh, if only all of us could truly accept the privilege of being who we are...not pretending, not lying, not allowing duplicity. It would be such a gift to ourselves and to others to be able to embrace ourselves by living with authenticity combined with compassion for others and for ourselves.

Anyway, read on. I hope you take something away from it that you need right now as well. After all, inspiration is there for the taking, we only need to grasp it and hold tight.

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The Hero’s Journey (On Living in the World) by Joseph Campbell
The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.
What you have to do, you do with play.
Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it.
The meaning of life is whatever you ascribe it to be.
Being alive is the meaning.
The warrior’s approach is to say “yes” to life: “Yea” to it all.
Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world.
We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy.
When we talk about settling the world’s problems, We’re barking up the wrong tree.
The world is perfect. It’s a mess. It has always been a mess.
We are not going to change it.
Our job is to straighten out our own lives.
We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come.
If we fix on the old, we get stuck. when we hang onto any form, we are in danger of putrefaction.
Hell is life drying up. The Hoarder, the one in us that wants to keep, to hold on, must be killed.
If we are hanging onto the form now, we’re not going to have the form next.
You can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs.
Destruction before creation.
Out of perfection nothing can be made. Every process involves breaking something up. The earth must be broken to bring forth new life. If the seed does not die, there is no plant.
Bread results from the death of wheat. Life lives on lives. Our own life lives on the acts of other people.
If you are lifeworthy, you can take it. What we are really living for is the experience of life, both the pain and the pleasure.
The world is a match for us. we are a match for the world. Opportunities to find deeper powers within ourselves come when life seems most challenging. Negativism to the pain and ferocity of life is negativism to life.
We are not there until we can say “Yea” to it all.
To take a righteous attitude toward anything is to denigrate it. Awe is what moves us forward. As you proceed through life, following your own path, birds will shit on you. don’t bother to brush it off. Getting a comedic view of your situation gives you spiritual distance. Having a sense of humor saves you. Eternity is a dimension of here and now.
The divine lives within you. Live from your own center.
Your real duty is to go away from the community to find your bliss. The society is the enemy when it imposes its structures on the individual.
On the dragon there are many scales. Every one of them says “Thou Shalt.” Kill the dragon “Thou Shalt.” When one has killed that dragon, one has become The Child.
Breaking out is following your bliss pattern, quitting the old place, starting your hero journey, following your bliss. You throw off yesterday as the snake sheds its skin.
Follow your bliss.