What to do with all of those Race Bibs!

I save all of my bibs from my races.  I never really knew what to do with them so they just got shoved into a folder in my file cabinet.  Six years of bibs in that folder.  I've seen so many cool ideas on Pinterest with what to do with race bibs.  The problem is that I don't really have a room in my home to display them.  Our home is decorated like a Mexican Hacienda and putting up a frame of bibs just doesn't go with the whole Mexican theme.   I also haven't been displaying my race medals.  They have just been hanging on the corner of the full length mirror outside of my bedroom closet.  So, I decided to incorporate both my bibs and medals into one project and I just love the finished product.

Bib & Medal Display

Instructions

This was super easy to make.  I got pre-cut wooden letters at a Jo-Ann Fabric and Craft store.

I got all my race bibs and decided which ones I wanted to use.  I made sure to remove all safety pins and tracking devices from the backs.

Using a sponge brush, I glued the bibs onto the front of the wooden letters using Mod Podge.  I didn't worry about the sides of the letters just yet.  I had to trim some of the bibs so I could wrap them around the sides, but the glue was not holding them securely to the sides of the letters so I just did the front first.

Once I got all the bibs I wanted to use glued to the front of the letters, I used a hot glue gun to secure the bibs to the sides and continued to wrap the bibs to the back.  I was able to secure the bibs to the backs of the letters with the Mod Podge and some packing tape.  I applied a coat of Royal Coat Decoupage Finish to the front and sides of the letters and left them to dry overnight.

The next morning I secured  3M Command™ Damage Free, Clear Utensil Hooks to the letters using the hot glue gun again.  The tape that comes with the hooks was not strong enough to hold the medals which is why I used the glue gun.

Then all you need to do is hang the letters on the wall and hang your medals on the hooks.  To secure the letters to the wall I secured some ribbon to the back of the letters using the glue gun again.  I made sure to pre-cut three pieces of ribbon the same length before gluing them.

Using thumb tacks I secured the letters to the wall by putting a tack through the center of the ribbon at the top.  I hung these on the wall in the hallway right outside my bedroom so they are displayed nicely without clashing with my Mexican decor.  I've decided to actually hang up my race photos in the hallway as well, so every time I walk to my bedroom now I will be able to see my accomplishments.

Christianity - Are We Missing The Point?

I've been wanting to write this post for some time, but I have been struggling with how to write it without starting another war.  The reality of it is, when it comes to certain topics you are bound to piss someone off.  I put religion right up there on the same level playing field as the issue of gun control and politics.

Religion is a personal belief, however most people are born into a religion.  Whatever your parents' beliefs are usually become what your belief is because that is the religious practices that you are raised with.

I was born into Judiasim.  Just like there are several different types of Christianity (Catholicism,  Protestantism, Methodist, Baptist, Evangelical, etc.), there are different types, or denominations of Judaism (Orthodox, Conservative, Reform, and Reconstructionist).

Our family belonged to a Reform synagogue.  The Jewish Outreach Institute describes Reform Judiasm (also known as Liberal or Progressive Judaism) as "subjects religious law and customs to human judgment, attempting to differentiate between the facets of the Torah that are divine mandate and those that are specific to the time in which they were written."

Religion, however, wasn't really something that I believed in.  It wasn't important to me. I had always seen religion as just another way to separate people.  Them and us.  I desperately wanted to believe there was a God though.  I needed to believe there was someone up there that could perform miracles and who could defeat evil.  Kind of a worldly superhero!  So when I needed help, I prayed to God and for those times of need, I believed.

When I was growing up, 99% of all religious leaders (Rabbi's, Priest's, Minister's, Pastor's, etc.) were men who had their AARP cards and the thought of going to a temple or church and listening to a bunch of old guys telling what was right and what was wrong didn't appeal to me.  Religion was just another form of control and I wanted to be free.  I was a rebel, I wanted nothing to do with it!  I belonged to the church of Amy.

As I continued to get older, religion became irrelevant in my life.  I didn't practice any sort of organized religion, I didn't relate to any particular kind of religion and now that I think about it, I was more on the side of Bill Maher when it came to religion.  I didn't believe there was an actual God.  I didn't believe that God gave Moses the 10 Commandments or that Jesus was the son of God.  To me, religion was Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and Hanukkah Charlie (my dad's answer to who brings us Jewish kids presents on Hanukkah).  I just wanted to enjoy the festivities and the spirit, but I didn't care to learn their true meaning.

How and why I eventually became Christian is actually a whole chapter in my book so I don't want to go into it in detail here, it is too lengthy.  Let's just say one day I finally found God and realized He had been by my side the entire time.

So I started to read the Bible - the New Testament.  I studied the Torah in Hebrew School (part of the Old Testament) and so I was curious about Jesus.  I wanted to learn who Jesus really was.  I wanted to read what he did, how he did it, to whom did he do it too.  I was like an FBI profiler and my subject was Jesus.

What I learned by studying Jesus is what made me a Christian.  I became a disciple of Jesus because I believe in HIS message or what I believe his message to be.  I believe God sent Jesus down to earth to deliver His message.  So you can call it God's message or Jesus' message, to me they are one in the same.

Jesus's message, TO ME, is one of  mercy, grace & compassion for ALL things!  The ALL is the key word.  Jesus showed mercy, grace and compassion to EVERYONE.  Not just his friends, but to his enemies.  Not just his disciples, but to those who did not follow him.  Jesus did not discriminate when it came to showing mercy, grace and compassion.

So here is where I make a shocking statement.  I have a hard time with the Bible.  I do not believe a lot of what is written in the Bible is what Jesus had in mind when he developed Christianity.  Like I said above, Jesus' message was about mercy, grace & compassion for all people.  It wasn't about believing in a set of rules, creeds and dogma that were intended to propagate hatred.

The Bible was written by over 40 different authors from all walks of life: shepherds, farmers, tent-makers, physicians, fishermen, priests, philosophers and kings.  It was not written by Jesus.  The bible is a biography it is not an autobiography.  I am still in the process of reading the Bible and I believe it is a great history book, but I'm not so sure it is the word of God because I think some of what is written in the Bible goes against Jesus' message.  There, I said it!

If you noticed I put the word "some" above in bold because there are versus in the Bible that profess Jesus' message.  Some of the most beautiful and loving phrases in the world are from the Bible and those I do believe are the word of God.  But the Bible was written nearly 3500 years ago and I am sure when it was being written people didn't think we would be living the way we live today.

While I think it's important to study the Bible as a Christian, I agree with Progressive Christian, Edgar Zelle when he said "the historic Creeds of the past should not limit the working of God’s spirit in our own time."  But doesn't that sound very similar to how the Jewish Outreach Institute describes as Reform Judiasm, "subjects religious law and customs to human judgment, attempting to differentiate between the facets of the Torah that are divine mandate and those that are specific to the time in which they were written."  Oy vey - now I'm really confused!!

A dictionary definition of a Christian as a noun is “a person who believes in Jesus Christ.”  Do I believe in Jesus Christ?  Yes.  Is Jesus the son of God.  Yes.  Is Jesus my savior?  Yes.  Did Jesus die on the cross for me?  Yes.  Do I believe he was resurected?  Yes. My answer to all four of those questions is YES.

The word “Christian” as an adjective literally means, “belonging to the party of Christ” or a “follower of Christ.”  Am I a follower of Christ?  YES.

So, according to those two definitions, I am a Christian.  However, according to some people, going to church, serving those less fortunate than you, or being a good person does not make you a Christian.  I can agree with that to some degree. Going to church does not make you a Christian any more than going to a rodeo makes you a Cowboy. But if you profess your faith in Jesus Christ, serve the less fortunate and you are a good person, I believe you are a Christian.

That brings us back to the Bible issue.  According to 1 John 2:4, 10 - The mark of a true Christian is love for others and obedience to God’s Word.  And there is where I deviate.  God's Word in the Bible is not 100% God's Word to me.  I do not think there is a single person on this earth that lives by God's Word according to what is written in the Bible.  I mean every single word of every single sentence.  So what makes them any more Christian than I am?  Who get's to choose which of God's Word's you have to strictly obey and which you can be a little bit lenient on?  Your Pastor?

An estimated 3,500 individuals leave the Christian church each and every day. A 2014 study indicated that over 1.2 million people will leave the church in the next year.  In 2015, it is estimated that over 10,000 churches will close their doors.  80% of Millennials (14-33 year olds) reported that church was 'not important' to them.  I am not a Millennial, but I get why they feel the way they do because I have felt that way practically my entire life about all religion.

I'm not going to argue what is truth and what is false.  I am not going to tell you right from wrong.  But, if Christianity is going to survive, then things have got to change and I believe the first thing that needs to change is the Bible.

God has allowed us to modernize.  He has allowed us to grow.  He has given our brains the capability to understand so much more than those who have walked the earth before us.  I simply cannot believe that He would permit such change if He wanted us to adhere to rules that were written so long ago.  But then that also brings up the question, are those rules really the words of God and the message He wanted Jesus to give to us?

I can't answer those questions.  So I pray to God.  I pray to God everyday and I ask Him to show me what He wants me to do, what He wants me to believe, and how He wants me to live.  And you know what?  He gives me the same answer time and time again.  Have mercy, grace and compassion for ALL walks of life.

I call that being a Christian.

Peace be with you!
Amy

"I Love You" - Why Is It So Hard To Say?

Love. The four letter word by itself is just another word. Put an "I" before it and the word "you" after it and it becomes one of the most powerful phrases in the world. So powerful that people fear it. So powerful that people are afraid to even say it.

"I Love You" has the power to save lives as well as destroy lives. It can heal and it can hurt. It can make peace and cause wars. It possibly is the most powerful phrase in the entire universe.People often confuse the phrase, "I Love You," with "I'm In Love With You." They both share the word "love," but the context is completely different.

"I Love You" is one of the first phrases we learn to say as children. Yet, the older we get, the less comfortable we are saying it to one another. When a child says it to you, it's cute, it's sweet, it's adorable. When an adult who isn't family says it to you it becomes awkward, weird it makes us uncomfortable.

I wonder what the world would be like if we were less afraid of telling the people who are important in our lives that we love them. Not just family, but everyone we value.

I used to keep my "I Love You's" very guarded. I was more of the replier than the initiator." For some reason, adding the word "too"makes the phrase safer. I love you too. It's like saying "your welcome" after someone says "thank you." It's more of the proper thing to say - common courtesy - good manners. The "too" is kind of letting you off the hook.

My attitude about saying "I Love You," changed when I almost lost my life. I realized that there were so many people who I didn't say it enough to or even at all, who would never have known how important they meant to me if I did die. I was given a second chance and I want to take advantage of that and make sure I say "I Love you" to everyone I care about. The problem with that is that I care for almost everyone I meet, I truly do. But is that really a problem or is it the solution?

I'm not going to be afraid to tell people I love them - no, not anymore. I hope the people who love and care about me, aren't afraid to tell me either.

Just think how happy someone would be if all the people who cared about him/her said "I love you" to them. It would probably make their day wouldn't it. Now just think if a lot of people did that, if the entire world did that. That's a whole lot of happy people isn't it. I wonder what the world would be like if everyone was happy. I guess this time I'll be the initiator -

I LOVE YOU!  xoxo

Alcohol Use After Traumatic Brain Injury

Quite a lot of people have emailed me since my crowdfunding campaign went live and news of my book has been made public.  They are all people who either have a TBI or are caregivers of someone who has a TBI.  About 95% of the adult TBI survivors who have emailed me have had an alcohol problem post TBI and I want to share with you why I believe that is, at least why it was in my case.

Living with a TBI is scary.  It is scary because your brain cannot process too much stimuli.  So crowds, noisy places, bright lights and confined spaces cause severe anxiety and panic.

When you are social what do you do?  You go out to restaurants, bars, clubs, etc.  Places that are noisy and often have loud music.  Places that sometimes have a lot of blinking lights like at a dance club.  Small, confined places where a lot of people who are strangers go.  I mean, what is the point of trying to be social if you go to an unpopular place where hardly anyone else goes.  Even if a venue is considered big, such as a large restaurant or night club, they are most likely enclosed spaces with one main entrance and exit.  Walking into that situation for someone with a TBI is frightening and having to stay there for a long period of time is enough to cause a major panic attack.

For me, my heart pounds, I sweat profusely and I feel like I cannot breathe.  I also fear that I am going to lose the people I am with.  Those familiar people are my life jacket and I am drowning.

When I moved back to San Francisco after I finished my rehabilitation in New York, and started working again, I started having a very social life.  It was the dot com era when everyone was making decent money, working hard and partying harder.  I was a single female in my late 20’s and I desperately wanted to feel normal again.  

For all intent and purposes, I was completely healed; there was nothing wrong with me.  Maybe I had a limp, some scars and facial palsy but I could walk, I could talk, I was able to take care of myself.  I was healed, or so I thought.

I started working at an up and coming internet technology company where the mean employee age was probably 33.  The company was full of young, single and adventurous employees.  Company sponsored happy hours occurred several times a week.  

I really liked the people I worked with; they were friendly, smart and really funny.  I wanted to fit in so badly.  I didn't have many friends left in San Francisco because most of them either forgot about me after I got out of the hospital and relocated to NY to do my rehabilitation or, because they weren't true friends to begin with.  So in order to make new friends I became social, again.  I joined the crew from work and started going to the happy hours.

The only way that I could control my anxiety and the panic of having to be in an enclosed, noisy place with so many people was to drink alcohol.  The alcohol calmed me down, put me at ease.  Red wine was my drink of choice and the more social I became, the more wine I drank and the more wine I drank; the higher my tolerance level went up, requiring me to drink more in order to feel calm and relaxed.  So you can see the pattern.  I would have been a prime target for Bill Cosby.

I quit drinking 3 years ago.  Now, I rarely go out socially.  I NEVER go out to bars or clubs.  I only go out to restaurants that I am familiar with, I avoid parties where I will not know the majority of the people, even with my husband, Tony, by my side.  It causes issues in my marriage because Tony is often left having to go out by himself because I just can't go.

Even when I do a triathlon or marathon I get panic attacks.  The only thing that saves me is the fact that I am outside.  I also always stay towards the perimeter of the crowds where I can easily escape if I need to.  

During the Ironman 70.3 in Augusta in both 2013 and 2014, I had several panic attacks because the number of participants.  During the swim portion, people were swimming so close to me, kicking and punching me in order to pass me.  A few even swam right over me.  It was every man and woman for themselves.  The last time I did that swim, I had to swim over to a kayaker and hold onto the kayak while I tried to calm myself down from my panic attack.  It took me 10 minutes to calm down and get the nerve up to continue.  I even had to unzip my wetsuit because I couldn't breathe; it felt as if it was crushing my chest.  I never want to do that swim ever again.

If I have to go out now, to a place that causes me any anxiety, I have to prepare myself for it days in advance.  Some places I can only stay for several minutes.  Sometimes I just need to go outside, catch my breath and regain my composure.  Even in some stores I cannot stay more than 10 minutes.  Old Navy is one of them.  Something about the layout, the displays, the size and the crowds frighten me.  Costco is another one.  If I have to go to Costco, I will only go on a weekday when the crowds are less.

I am antisocial and an introvert.  Home is safe.  Home is familiar.  I know everyone in my home.  I like my home.  It has a lot of windows, I can see the mountains, I have a secure backyard where I spend a great deal of time.  I can breathe in my home.  Social media is how I make friends now.  It's sad, but most of my best friends live across the country, some I see only once a year if I am lucky.

The fear I feel is very real.  It is the kind of fear that cause people to commit suicide.  The fear makes me feel as if I am being buried alive.  If you knew you were going to die a slow, painful and agonizing death and there was zero chance of surviving, I mean it would take the miracle of all miracles to save you, however, you are given the opportunity to end your life quickly and painlessly, which would you choose?  That is what goes through the mind of someone who contemplates suicide.  So when you question how anyone can take their own life, I want you to keep that in mind.  No amount of money, fame, or physical beauty in the world can end your slow suffering.

That is the invisible wound that is called Traumatic BrainInjury (TBI) and we need to find a way to help those who are suffering from it!  I hope by sharing my struggles and how I am able to manage my TBI, I will be able to save even one life.  I want to be that miracle of all miracles. 

If you know someone who is suffering from a TBI, pick-up the phone, send an email or a text and just let them know that you love them.  Love is a powerful drug, share it.