avsongbird vlog #28- a long weekend

the runner - an original poem by avsongbird

avsongbird vlog #21 challenging myself and upcoming events

How it feels- a drabble by avsongbird

It’s so strange for me, to be accepted for my writing, my vlogs, for the vids I’m putting out, and to have people get back to me. I’m not used to being so openly accepted. I’ve always been more or less socially awkward, and I have to laugh—people watch my vlogs and I’ve been told I come across as confident, well spoken.

I’ve always had a decent enough vocabulary- being in love with words and reading and writing the way I always have been, it’s kind of hard at this point not to have a decent enough vocabulary—and I’m annoyingly aware of my tendency to slip into rambling when I’m nervous or scared, or feeling unsure of myself.

If you came across me on the street, and you smiled and tried to pull me into conversation, I’d turn fifty shades of red from the get-go, with my heart tripping over itself and everything else in my chest as I offered you a shy smile and tried to put together something clever or witty to say in return.

Knowing me, I’d end up coming across as eager to please and trying too hard, and all the best comebacks to all your jokes wouldn’t hit me until about an hour or two after we’d parted ways again.

It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you; it’s not that I don’t enjoy the conversation. On the contrary.

It’s just that I’m not used to it, and working my way into being social and having the blogging and the Youtubing and all the things I’m doing now building my confidence, it’s taking time for me to get my confidence level even to the point it’s at now.

But if you mention writing… books… movies… music… or videogames…? If the conversation steers off into one of my hobbies, I’m good. I could listen or talk for hours about anything and everything, so long as the spotlight stays off of me. I’ve had people I’ve met in my life where I sat up all night, just listening to them talk about themselves, and their lives. I love hearing about other people, and I’ve always loved listening to people.

It’s when the attention and the focus turns to me that I really get really shy, and that includes talk of my stories, my videos, my singing, my work. It’s really taking some adjusting to have people come to me and tell me what they think. And I love it. Doing the blogs and now doing the Youtube, especially now that I’m getting back into video-gaming and I’m having more Youtubers and real let’s players draw me into collaborations and interacting with them, I’m finding a sense of belonging and purpose that I haven’t felt in a long time. And as busy as I am with all of it, I’m loving it.

I feel renewed as I sit here, knowing the running is getting easier again, knowing I’m wearing clothes I haven’t fit into in years, knowing I’m entertaining people and making people smile and laugh, and feel, knowing I’m throwing everything I have into being the best wife, stepmom, writer, blogger, youtuber, sister, daughter, friend that I can be, I feel alive in ways I haven’t in a long damn time.

And it’s a euphoric feeling. There’s no other way to put it. Pure euphoria. 

 http://youtu.be/CIzKB-ONFCQ

taking control of my life

               This last May, I woke up and decided out of the blue that I was going to turn my life around. No one pushed me, no one coached me, no one dragged me out of bed kicking and screaming and staged any sort of intervention.

               I made the decision that I didn’t like the direction in which I was headed. Or, more correctly, the lack of direction that my life seemed to have.

               So I decided to change. And ironically, the steps I decided to take, and the actions I took on in the following days, weeks, months, have started me along a road that proved not to be changing me into a new person altogether, but helping me along the path to becoming the person I once was, before my proverbial train derailed and went careening down into a ravine.

               Taking control over your life and deciding to take better care of yourself can start out seeming hopeless, as you find yourself facing opposition from the people in your life who’ve grown accustomed to the person you’ve become. Some of them might have become comfortable with the fact of knowing that they have you under their thumb, precisely where they want you, and they may not want you to pick yourself up and to decide that your life is yours to live all the time, instead of whenever and however the people in your life will allow you to live it.

               I’ve been a caring and a giving person all my life, which unfortunately has led to me being used throughout the course of my life by people who saw my giving and caring nature as a reason to use and abuse me in whatever ways they saw fit, and trust me, learning to say no and to make myself unavailable to those who would use and abuse me has not been an easy task—I’ve come to care for some of those people a great deal over the years. The idea of saying goodbye to some of them breaks my heart, but at the same time, those in your life who only remember you’re alive whenever they need or want something, and who ignore you the rest of the time, are not good people to have in your life. They’re physically and mentally exhausting, physically and psychologically draining people, and if you don’t stand up for yourself every once in a while and realize that you deserve to be treated better than that, you will find yourself being treated as a doormat by these people. And if you truly meant something to them, they would not treat you that way.

               Taking control of your life takes time, and as I said, you’re facing opposition—not just from other people and outside influences, but from yourself.

               I used to run every day, a couple of hours a day (I took days off every week, don’t worry. I was driven, focused, not pathological). When my train derailed I spent years trying to figure out who I was, and I fell into a much more sedentary lifestyle.

               Trying to get back into that rigorous training schedule was a nightmare at first—between finding the time, and the sore and aching muscles (Oh my God I thought my legs were going to fall the hell off, and part of me lay there on the tile beside the treadmill and wished they would have on more than one occasion), and your mind telling yourself you’re fighting a losing battle, there were times I wanted to quit, but I didn’t.

               Throughout my life, whenever I saw something I truly wanted, I went for it, and I’ve been called things in my life, but a quitter has never been one of them. When I have a goal in mind, I go for it, and I’m all in.

               Now, I’m three months into this new, unmapped phase in my life, and 13 lbs. lighter than I started, down a couple of pants sizes, and my blog and my youtube are humming along at a comfortable pace. My husband’s thrilled to death to see me working with a goal in mind, and I couldn’t even begin to describe how good it feels for me to know that I’m working towards something again.

               With the people watching my videos, reading my blogs, the people that are beginning to interact with me and who are starting to recognize me as a writer—as a new youtuber and a supportive friend-- I find myself waking up each and every day with new ideas for directions in which I can take my blogs, my youtube channel, my writing, my life! And I’m loving every single minute of it.

               I’m writing with renewed enthusiasm and vigor, and as my writing and my running and my home and family life are falling back into place, each and every aspect of my life is falling into place, and I have to admit, I’m feeling more and more proud and more and more confident as a writer, as a wife, a stepmom, as a woman, and a person as the days pass.

And I’m loving the hell out of it. I can’t wait to see what’s around the corner. And it’s been far longer than I’m ashamed to remember since I last felt that way about the direction in which my life was going.

               If your life has gone off the rails, as mine did, if you find yourself playing the doormat, the way I have, and you’ve wished someone would come along and get you to change, if you’ve wanted to change yourself, do it. Don’t waste another damned day waiting for outside help. You are all the reason and the inspiration you need, because every day spent as a doormat for those who don’t give a damn, every day spent not achieving your goals, your dreams, is a day wasted.

               And it’s a day you will never get back.

               So let this be the last day you wish you could change your life.

               Then tomorrow, get out there and do it. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gQqo6s1ZyA&feature=youtu.be

it's been a long week - drabble by avsongbird- in word form and read aloud for those of you who prefer it

It’s been a long week. A productive one, don’t get me wrong, but still a long week.

The running training is going well—I’m doing the ten miles on my treadmill, five on a slow day, or when I’m just not quite feeling up to the ten. I’m taking two days off a week, just to let my body recharge before I start into it the following week, all over again.

I’m still crocheting—I just put down a half-finished green scarf I’m a little more than halfway done with, and then there’s the writing, the youtube, the family, the garden.

I’m tired, but it’s a good kind of tired, you know? Like the tired you feel after a good long run. The kind where you can take a step back and see everything you’ve accomplished so far, before you turn to see how much you have left to do.

It’s so important to take the time to do that from time to time—to take the step back and to not look at how much you have left to do (because that’ll leave you feeling tired, drained), but to look at what you have done, and how far you’ve come.

It may not be any huge milestone to anyone else, or even to you, but any progress is better than none at all.

Take me—I’m tickled shitless over ten miles a day, and five on slow days. Career runners and Olympic athletes wouldn’t think twice of such things. But I’m not doing this for the athletes. I’m not trying to win any medals.

I do it for my husband, for my stepsons, for myself. So that my family can see me pushing towards something, instead of always staying in the same place.

Goals keep you moving, keep you productive, healthy. And I figured it was about time I got working on mine.

My husband says he’s thrilled to see me working towards something I believe in—something I love—and we both agree that it’s important for the boys to see us both pursuing the things we love. And even if we fail at some point down the road, at least we can say we tried.

And even trying to pursue your goals and failing is better than being haunted by the “what if” for the rest of your life.

avsongbird vlog #16 frustration, running, new idea, online presence

Nurse! Help! I think I sprained my everything- drabble as read and discussed on my youtube

"Nurse! Help! I think I sprained my everything!"

"Nurse! Help! I think I sprained my everything!"

               One of the things I've decided to devote myself to, in my course to get back to finding myself again, is getting back into my running training. And I'm not gonna lie to you. After taking the last few years off, learning how to be a wife and a stepmom and getting into the swing of things and how busy my life is now? Getting back into running after so many years without it is pure hell. When I pulled that treadmill out early this week and hopped up on it, turned a show on (seriously, if there's any show out there that will make you feel guilty sitting on your ass eating popcorn while watching it, it's "the Walking Dead".), and I turned that treadmill on and power-walked ten miles? I thought my legs were going to fall the hell off.

               Coming down after such a long run, having a pick me up wind-down snack after burning so many calories, my eyelids drooping, I heard voices in my head as I lay there. Voices telling me I was too old for this crap, that I was too far out of practice and shape for this crap, that I'm a wife now, a mom now, that I don't have to worry about this kind of crap. And with my legs aching and every bit of me feeling like it weighed a million pounds-- feeling weak-- my hair soaking wet, my body drenched in sweat, the smallest part of my brain might have believed it. But then I reminded myself that I'd just gone ten miles, even after so many years off. And that yeah, I was tired (let's be honest, I was beyond tired), and I knew I'd be sore the next day (Oh God, so unbelievably sore haha), but I'd done it. No one else had coached me, no one else nagged me. I did it, on my own, because I wanted to do it.

               And I slept better that night than I had in years. Which, as a chronic insomniac, meant a hell of a lot to me. I woke up in the morning feeling incredible. Sore as hell, in need of ice packs and wanting to put my feet up, but I felt accomplished. And yeah, it was only ten miles, but it was something. And even a little something is far better than nothing.

               That night, I queued up the blu ray again, and I was back up on the treadmill again, telling myself I'd walk another ten miles. Not running, not out to give myself a heart attack or asthma attack, just walking, decent conversational-type pace, and see how I felt (At my size, there's no way in hell I'm gonna hop up there and start running. I'm driven, goal-oriented, not crazy.)

               I got so caught up in what I was watching that after awhile, I stopped watching the digital readout on my treadmill, and when I found myself looking down, I was surprised when I realized how far I'd walked without realizing it. The ten miles I'd done the previous night felt like nothing now as I stood there, staring down at those numbers, still walking, and yeah, I was sweating from the pace I'd kept, yeah I power-walked the whole way, but I knew I wasn't done yet.

               I went another mile that night before I stopped. And it felt good. It felt like progress.

               I've been at it for over a week now, just power-walking, not trying to outdo Olympians or professional athletes, just going by how I feel and making sure I don't push too hard. I'm in it for the long haul. If I overdo it, looking for the quick fix, and I hurt myself, I won't be doing myself any favors.

               I've lost weight already this week, and my pants are getting looser. And I'm sleeping better than I've slept in years. And yes, it means less time at the keyboard, working on my writing, and it means getting even more creative with my scheduling between looking after my family, my household, my pets, sleeping, writing, running, blogging and youtubing, but as I find myself now beginning to find balance between all the aspects of my life, and as I find myself recovering more of who I am now, I find myself finding peace more and more easily in each and every aspect of my life, which in turn lends peace and balance in all the other aspects of my life in ways that I haven't found in a very long time.

               It feels good. It feels like control, empowerment, accomplishment. It feels like cresting that damnable mountain and picking up speed as I find myself coming down the other side.

               And damn, does it feel good. 

avsongbird vlog #15- blogging, running, minecrafting!