Life doesn’t happen to you. It happens for you.

I experience a rainbow of emotions as I return from my daughter’s college graduation.  Where in the world did the time go?  I swear it was just last week that she held my hand everywhere we went and called me Momma loudly and proudly.  It is such a gift to watch this precious woman spread her wings as she creates her own life.  It is a life that is uniquely hers.  I could never have imagined where her life dreams would take her.  When she was 3 she desperately wanted to be a whale keeper and that stuck until she learned that her cooking was loved by everyone around the age of 14.  She bravely followed her dream in the world of culinary nutrition.  She has lived in more places during the past 3 years than I have lived in my 45 years on the planet, and she’s just getting started.  I see the sparkle in her eyes as she embraces her friends and loved one in the area of the country where she made her home.  I am in awe of this woman who stands before me.  She is human and learning to parent herself as many of us did or still are.  The transition to adulthood is exciting, exhausting and emotionally challenging.  As it is the time in life when you must make choices for yourself.

I entered into marriage and parenthood early in my adulthood.   My pattern continues to be filled with nurturing others, taking on tasks that somehow are easier for me because of my swift actions and lack of procrastination. Due to that I struggle with boundaries to protect the precious limited resource of my energy.  There needs to be a deposit the equals the withdrawals in emotional energy for all of us.  I have a pretty deep well of energy and neglect to pay attention to the signals of limited supply that my heart and body give me.  Burn out lead me to quit life for 7 months in 2015.  Here it is 2017 and I see some signals of my well of energy getting low.  Much like my daughter learning to parent herself in her 20’s, I am learning to truly nurture myself in my 40’s.  My role as a parent has evolved into a loving adviser.  She teaches me more about life than I could ever show her.  The perfect reflection of ourselves is often times found in our children.  Thank you my darling daughter, for reminding me of all the world has to offer with regards to love, friendship and healing.  I am forever grateful that you are in my life.

The past 3 years have been filled with hearts breaking open, adventures and awakening for my daughter and I as individuals and as a team.  There is no one else I would rather experience life with than this amazing young woman!

Namaste!

Kristin Springfield

Proud Momma
Forever learning

You are stronger than you think

You are stronger than you think you are in all ways; physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually.

Yoga teacher training shows me that I am physically stronger than I give myself credit for.  My instructors have pushed my body and mind to show me what is possible.  I am working on floating to handstands.  I have not done handstands since I was a little girl.  Here I thought before that my flexibility is what helped me in yoga.  Actually, it is my muscular strength that provides opportunity for more flexibility.

Returning to treating patients in a variety of settings has shown me mental strength.  I have been in management for over a decade.  Treating patients directly for the past year requires me to return to the roots of my training.  Creativity in treatment, planning and working with teams has rejuvenated my mental strength in such a rewarding way!  I figured out how to have a silver Christmas tree up all year in order to motivate people to exercise, and the state surveyors loved it!

Emotional strength continues to expand for me.  Writing my first book, reading it and sharing with others has been filled with the complete array of emotions.  In the past rejection was a feared emotion.  Now that I have received multiple rejections from publishers, I understand that each rejection is one step closer to the right publishing partner.  Actually, every rejection has been kind in words and intent.  They are simply not the right person for my story.  The greatest part is that this experience is transferable to all aspects of my life.  I truly want people, publishers, and partners in my life that want to be there on purpose, not out of convenience.  With regards to my book, I continue to submit and keep writing the next book.

Spiritual strength for me comes with release and surrender.  Becoming a parent showed me that I have absolutely no control over life.  I can take steps to have the best outcome, yet the outcome is not guaranteed.  Now with an adult daughter that is starting her life, I realize the power in sending love to her at all times as she learns to navigate the life she desires.  I now have the privilege to assist my parents as their health changes.  It is another example of surrender.

The challenge I am presented with is taking care of me fully in all of those areas.  I am stronger than I thought in those areas, but the goal can no longer be for me to add more obstacles to handle in order to demonstrate all I can handle.  I want to honor my strength with respect, kindness and allow for recovery.  Life is hopefully a marathon, not a sprint.  In order to last, we have to nurture ourselves lovingly.  I feel a massage coming my way!

Namaste!
Kristin Springfield
Growing Stronger

 

I love my birthday!

 

Just last Saturday I turned 45!  I love my birthday much like I did when I was a little girl, but for very different reasons.  As a child, I was excited about receiving tangible gifts from family and friends.  Now, it is much different.  I find my heart and soul beaming all day long.  To proudly say, “It’s my birthday!”  Saying that awakens an inner joy I usually keep under wraps on a regular basis.  People always say, “Happy Birthday!”  It is a moment where we really see one another.  There is a mini celebration in all of us on our day!  I love to learn of someone’s birthday, and have the opportunity to wish them a special day.  Honestly, I want to wish everyone a great day every day.  Actually, I do try to bring joy to every interaction possible.

My most favorite thing to receive on my birthday is phone calls.  I receive them from the people who love me dearly who live near and far away.  I receive cards and meaningful gifts that touch my soul too.  Yet to hear a voice from someone who truly sees me reminds me that I matter in a way that spreads a smile across my face all day.

Technology allows even more connection, and I love that too.  It may only be a quick text or a message on FB.  Every one of those brightens my day.  I feel witnessed.  Not for doing something amazing, but for just being here.  I love to laugh with my brothers on the phone, yet somehow on my birthday it is just a bit extra special.  Maybe it is egocentric of me, yet I turn around and send so much love out into the world.  It is a time when I feel worthy, valued, and loved.  Other times of the year, I forget, as I am sure many of us do.   I remembered how lucky I am to be alive, healthy, and loved.  Today I allow myself to be fully me in all of my quirky ways.  I let my freak flag fly freely on my birthday.   This year I was delightfully gifted with many acts of kindness and selfless giving that brought joyful tears to my eyes most of the weekend.

This birthday number is significant as it shows me how the idea of old has greatly changed since I was 6.  My parents were 35 years old the year I was born.  By today’s standards that is young.  Yet back in 1972 the majority of parents of my friends were significantly younger than 35.  I remember looking around at the parents of my friends and thinking my parents were Old by the time I was 6.  My mom would have been 41 at the time, and was starting to grey.  Much like I have in my 40s, I really don’t care to color my hair that often.  I have reached a point that I will color it when I want to for me, not to appear younger for other people’s comfort.  Anyway, in my youthful wisdom I deducted from the age of other parents that my parents would be dead by the time I was 10.  That would put them at the ripe old age of 45, which is how old they are in the featured picture of this blog.  I have to say as I went to bed on the last day of my 44th year I wondered if I’d wake up at 45.  Delightfully, I woke up alive and well!  I am happy to announce that my parents are still alive and living well past the age of 45!

I hope to live this year as every day is a gift of life, because my 6 year old self thought my parents would be in heaven at this age.

Namaste!

Kristin Springfield
Heavenly living after 45
Birthday Girl