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I just had breakfast with my friend and editor, Lisa, and we cover a lot of ground when we’re left alone over eggs and iced tea. I’m really fascinated with the business of our department, HMSA’s Marketing and Communications. On the inside, as it is with every place we call ‘the job,’ things are in a constant state of motion, emotion, disarray, write, rewrite, shoot, edit, proof, and ready to launch. From the outside, as it is with most places we call ‘the job,’ it’s a series of well executed campaigns to get Hawaii’s people thinking about being healthy, seeing their doctors, getting familiar with electronic medical records, and personal preventive care. No matter what you call ‘the job,’ being healthy is important to everyone: the boss, your colleagues, and your family.
As I had been saying to just about anyone who listens lately, my pursuit of improving my personal fitness levels is less about being a buff babe and more about staying healthy, being vibrant, and functioning as a mother, wife and employee. I eat pulled pork and I love chocolate, I drink bubbly and I always have a bottle of wine handy. But I also eat more vegetables than a hungry little caterpillar, have fruit trees in the back yard, and will assemble an amazing salad that will leave you dreaming for days. With Balsamic vinegar and olive oil, of course.
We all know what to do. For the most part I do it. Yesterday I got dabbed in five different places with liquid nitrogen: one on each hand, three on my face. The most troublesome one is now a big bubbly blister on my right hand. That might be because when I went swimming last night at The Oahu Club, I banged my arm against the ropes as I usually do when sharing the lane with other masters swimmers. The three on my face, including my lip, are hardly noticeable. Last fall I had been treated with carac cream for the ketoses that were up and down both arms, thanks to years and years and years of playing in the sun. What a painful and ugly process that was.
There are things we have to do, things we want to do, and things we wish would go away. Do you want to know how long the “greeting card” for stool samples sits in my bathroom before I bust it out? And then, when you finally take care of these things you give yourself hell for creating more anxiety than any of it was worth. All that angst, all that stress, the resulting lack of concentration? It all affects the brand that is you. You should have a problem with that. Letting these things gnaw at the spouse, parent, child, or employee you are is detracting from your joy of living, and it keeps people from enjoying who you are.
I’m constantly telling Kid2 about how her glass is half full, not half empty. I pour a little bit of myself into that conversation to bring her up to the level she needs to be. That’s my job. That’s the brand of mom she needs. I, too, need my glass topped off from time to time. My husband knows that, and so do my friends. When you’re feeling a little down, a little out of it, when something big or bad is in your face, let the people who love you know. They really want to help you keep your glass full and your outlook bright. All they want is brand you.