Nutrition.
It can take a long walk off a short pier.
And I’ve been called to this errand in the midst of taking an overly extensive class on the subject to continue my personal trainer and health coach certifications.
Some of you might be like - you’re a personal trainer and coach?
Turns out for almost 10 years now.
1 client. 2 if I count me.
Just put it out there on the website though, so doors are open.
Some of you might be like - you have a website?
samanthashearer.com - it was a coach that got me to do that - probably focused more around art than personal training.
Turns out they’re not mutually exclusive, and play quite nicely together.
Thought I did all this for myself. Not a single minute of it. It was all for them. It was all for her. It was all for him.
If I could just show them both how much I cared, how much they mean to me, how much I love them, by helping them stay well, alive and well, then I would be well, alive and well too.
The only thing I feel like I’ve learned is that that love I feel for them matters. More than nutrition that’s for sure. It matters because of one simple exercise of trying on loving myself the way I love them. A health coach taught me that.
They - my folks in this case - could never love me the way I love them because they aren’t me.
I’m so lucky that they loved me the best they could.
If I love myself with the ferocity, desperation, craving that I love them - I cry. I am weak from the immensity of this love I now get to feel.
And I can joyfully hop in the car to go pick them up whatever snacks they want.
Talk about a nutrition label!
Get all those servings of love!
Reflecting back on ourselves what we feel outwardly and taking what feels the best, and leaving the rest, it’s not ours, it never was.
Taking that weight off feels better than any diet.
So much more full and filled too.
** And yea-yea - everything in moderation, hence the convenience store run for Oreos and Chardonnay and not a cosco run as if I ran
Coming Back Again. And Again. And Again
Open Wide.
How to get in there and start somewhere, anywhere.
Have anywhere.
For a stretch I just collected canvases.
In wanting to fulfill a pre-career concept that I could paint later in life. After the career. In old age.
I guess that’s what this is.
Painting later is now.
I get lost in the canvas collection sometimes and don’t know where to start.
Once I started again, I realized I didn’t know how to stop either so paintings weren’t getting finished.
Finished a painting for the first time about 2 weeks ago, and it immediately went to a new home. Coming back after delivery there are 2 more paintings for the same customer now that I only have to finish. With 1 for another that lost a painting in their separation.
So of course I had to avoid the studio. Which means putting on blinders most of my day because I walk right by it to do about anything in my home.
Then it dawned on me. Probably a daylight savings side effect. Work on the easy ones. The ones that just need a touch of this, or a bit more of that to get started. Something I’m not scared to f*ck up.
Don’t get my f*ck up wrong. My f*ck up is just that I either ignore it or overwork it. Getting stuck in the middle of unfinished, never-ending frustration.
So now I pick the easy ones to start back again.
Building momentum.
Finding my flow.
And stopping when I see my light shining through.
No longer smothering my own light with 2nd guesses and overthinking, which leads to over-working.
“If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life.”
A Year Since I Crashed into a New Reality
It’s been a year since the car crash.
A crash into reality.
There are people that do not care what happens to other people.
There are people that have so little love for this life that they will pull-out onto a highway and park right in front of oncoming traffic then act like it’s somebody else’s fault.
Something about being with my primary relationship. The person I am most committed too. The person I care most about after myself (that’s come from learning the better I am to me, the better I am to them). All of this is for them.
The drive we were taking.
That I drive them to to see the spring wildflowers each year because it’s more fun with someone else. That’s a lie. They no longer can do the driving part, and the walking far to see them is a challenge.
That they walked away from the car crash, be it to the waiting ambulance, was a huge relief. That I gave myself a couple minutes to have a complete break-down after they left the scene for the hospital helped immediate relieve the weight and fear of losing my mom.
When the pandemic hit we really stayed in. It was such a fear that I might get COVID, and give it to her, and she would die. So it was just the two of us in isolation for that 1st year.
Going into the 2nd year felt so uncomfortable. Not one of my favorite feelings. We were both vaccinated, and so antsy to get out.
As dueling introverts, the pandemic really wore on us. It did everybody. There were no winners, other than continuing to make it, and make this work together.
I went to therapy.
The open road calls to me. Go. Go out and take a drive. My Americana Dream. Cruising for the sake of cruising. I love to drive. I love the curving roads where we live. The mountain passes with the ocean just beyond calling to me.
I hated each trip before the car crash. The stress and anxiety. Even with therapy I would have some sort of angry outburst in frustration with nothing.
We forgot the granola bars!
I forgot to charge the camera!
Where’s the dog’s leash?!
Mamaloose Lake is not Mamaloose State Park!
These direction to the hiking trail go nowhere!!
One thing after the other. I hated it every time she mentioned a new place to go. Always farther because she had joined Facebook thanks to a gardening group, and was finding flowers to see further and further away.
When the big, yellow, mini-van taxi pulled out in front of us I knew this is what my anxiety was warning me about. I did everything I could to get around the vehicle. Seconds filled with all my will. Pulling the steering wheel begging our car to pull around this parked taxi sitting perpendicular in our lane.
To no avail.
I forced our car to angle enough that I slammed the into the taxi, leaving the passengers side from a direct impact. all I saw was yellow, while I thought in the last instant - we aren’t gonna make it.
We made it.
It’s been a year, and the flowers never looked so beautiful an bright.
The drives are freeing, and exploratory.
I love the road again. I love the going to. The getting there. the returning home.
I’m grateful for this reminder.
For a long time now my motto has been to live until I die.
I’m grateful for this place and time to record love.
If you’re reading this I’m grateful for you too. That you are here. It’s special.
For all the times I didn’t think it was special, or didn’t think this life was worth it, that I was worth it. I’m grateful to be here in our worth. Both yours and mine.
I have a playlist called ‘cruising easy breezy’, I think I’ll get up from this, and go!
Enjoy the journey. You deserve to make it one of your choosing. I will hold this vision of freedom as I take the drive of a lifetime.
With love.
To My Subscribers - Thank You! with a Message for 2022
With a dark moon as we headed into 2022, resolutions may have gone dark too. For me though, after painting 30+ canvases with indigo. Short winter day inspiration with a snow storm to keep me in the studio.
I was so sure the new moon to start off the new year, with the indigo paintings was gonna be the ticket to renewed, dare I say resolute success!
Weeks later, canvases staring at me wondering how that Behavior Change Specialization was working out.
Next thing I knew it was the full moon coming on strong with a calling to the light, and I thought of you because I wouldn’t have started either without you.
A low point, one of many over the past couple years, one that had me hopeful when I saw you and many others subscribing and supporting the tao of transformation with me.
Sharing the hope and possibility you shared with me.
Which has me wondering how best to proceed.
I need your help and created a few important questions that may help guide and me as we navigate this time. Because it’s definitely different lethal last time, some of the old tricks are still working and some are not so much. It’s not next time either, no need to worry about “next time” now.
So this time it is!
If you haven’t received my New Year message for 2022, enjoy a listen, think about your own goals and resolutions (if you made any), and enjoy the inspiration of doing this time for you.
Cheers!
Hey You!! Yeah, you 2022!!
A reminder… Grounded in love and radical empathy that alleviates suffering.
A reminder…. There are most definitely stupid and sh*tty people alive and unwell in the world.
Connecting these two dots to be more aligned in the former to better avoid, but more likely, navigate the latter.
This easy exercise from @the_power_path today gives me encouraging actions to lead the way in 2022…
“What is your ambition for 2022? What action steps can you anchor that are practical, attainable and responsible? Remember there is a difference between intentions, goals and resolutions. The intention is the end result you wish for. The goals are the steps to get there. The resolutions are the disciplines that help you to reach your goals.
Example: If your intention is to improve your living space, the goal may be a new couch and the resolution would be to check Craigslist every day and follow up on possibilities.”
My intention is to alleviate suffering. My goal is to live successfully. My resolution is to create products and services that alleviate suffering and live successfully.
What about you?
Don’t be scared… unless, like me yesterday, you smoke a bit too much of the good stuff and have a death panic attack. Then wait until you come down a bit first.
Either way - be the you you want this year because there is a too late. A collective suffering in discontent afoot. Living our truth is the cure. Hope, the future deserves.
With sooooo much love!!
Cheers!
💖💖💖
Hope: Getting There is Worth What it Takes to Live a Whole New Life
Made it!!
Made it there!!
Made it back!!
Made it!!
To the forest I love. A reminder that life is vibrant, rich, vital. Especially after a significant fire that closed this area for 2 years.
Feels like so much more than 2 years. Like 30 packed into 2 years.
Those things in life that open the floodgates of hope.
Like the fear of fire - sometimes it seems like hope will burn. The thing is it doesn’t. Hope has soothed the scorched edges of my sanity.
Reconnecting with what is most important now. This time. The lush richness of this reconnecting has created more hopefulness than I even thought possible.
Make it!
Make it there!
Make it back!!
Make it possible!!
What Works Best for Success This Time. Not Last Time. Not Next Time. Just Honing in on This Time.
Question… which would you choose to have more expertise at the ready right now?
I’m asking because I would have chosen differently just a couple years ago.
It’s that time again - new continuing education credits for my personal training and coaching certifications.
Maybe it’s that I will always be working on my behavior, and that changing it is not only possible, but works.
With nutrition - I prefer to have experts for sure to help guide me. I’m skilled enough to know when I’m making better, mostly worse choices.
How about you?
Starting Again After a Long Week, Year, Ten Years? Yay! Only Two Years!
What a week!! Feels like it’s been a year. Or 10 years. I don’t even know anymore and I’m learning as long as I’m still here, keep trying.
While stuck inside, I decided I was sick of staring at all the unfinished paintings so started painting again with the motto - just paint.
I may want to finish one but more important is the action of simply doing and enjoying.
After this week (and this year!!) I have a whole new appreciation for not freezing up or getting stuck in place.
A catastrophic winter storm swept the nation this week. Leaving both the state I live in Oregon and a state I only made it a year in - Texas, in the most dire of situations. It’s been scary. While at the same time I’ve never been safer where I am now. Something I thought a year ago when we went into isolation due to COVID-19.
I may be sick of staring at the walls closing in with cabin fever but it’s better than some of the tricks my head has been playing on me for long enough.
This heart painting I picked up again after something close to a year. No. Looking back now, It’s been 2 years. Something froze me in place around painting and it’s taken this long to thaw out.
Starting this little heart painting again and it appears here as it has taken exactly the amount of time to finish that it needs. More likely that need to be made aware of.
Time can really fly. Whether you’re having fun or not as it turns out.
The yearning, urging, or just plan boredom from exhaustion the past year has yielded. It’s time, of me at least, to spend time doing something I love whatever the outcome may be.
To not giving up.
For some this may be innate, for me it’s been a little like swimming joyfully in perfect blue waters, suddenly turning into a wild current, and then freezing over until a thaw occurs.
I just learned of this crazy idea - living successfully. From a cheery little book on mortality. It was in regards to how we make-up each day living this life, not some point to get to, or status to achieve.
This shift, along with encouragement and laughs from my fury friends, my most awesome mom, and y’all friends too have helped me, thank you!
With love. With laughs. With a few tears and only a scream or 2 into the void.
May we make it living a little more successfully and hopefully free from freezing by this time next week.
And maybe this painting will be finished too...
What’s Up Doc? Staying Safe at 6 Months with 4 Easy Steps By Following The Good Doctor’s Orders
Six months into the first and hopefully last pandemic of my life.
Riding the high of another birthday, putting me closer to actualizing this [goal worthy] statement from Mary Berry, The Great British Baking Show judge, “at this stage, I’m not afraid of being critical”.
Critical in my thinking and in honoring expertise. Which at this point include, how being an only child of the latchkey variety, makes isolation easy work, combined with a laundry list of learned and often repeated coping mechanisms to manage the onslaught 2020 is piling on thick at this point.
As usual, I’m better left to my own devices with a side of needing all the help I can get.
This message sent out from a primary care physician is one of the best things I’ve seen to address COVID-19 now - Sign of the Leo, 2020.
Receiving it both tugged at everything I’m experiencing on my birthday in 2020, and soothed my rebellious nature to continue isolating as I have been for the past 6 months.
It’s August, I’m a Leo. Wild and free to roam. Which breaks down a little something like: I do whatever the f_ck I want to do and nobody can tell me otherwise.
Until this year.
Early on in the pandemic I cancelled a visit, mutually, with a dear friend. For all the right reasons, while at the same time, especially in retrospect, a ridiculous precaution in comparison of case numbers and deaths at that point; early March, 2020.
Compared to the now over 160,000 lives taken by COVID-19.
Months later the opportunity arises again to be with best friends and I am ecstatic.
The joy cuts right through the depression.
The same depression that can sometimes cloud my thinking.
The awareness that I am having a hard enough time with my mental state to be openly blasé about it, is both progress in my honesty about how I live, and shock that sharing my honest feelings is a choice I’m very conscientiously making.
Then, the tourist town I live in asks people not to visit.
I want so desperately to see my friends. To be with them again as we once were. Sharing good times and laughter at a leisurely pace because we know we will be back together again soon.
My current level of caution is heightened because I live with my mom. The reality of this is both a loving tribute to our relationship, and a real f_cking downer. If I get this and suffer, she will suffer. If I get this and give it to her, the odds are not in her favor to survive, and I will suffer greatly if this horror of a thought, now in my conscious, should ever come true.
So I stay home. Basking sometimes in the follies of my youth. Exploration. Creative expression. Excessive tv watching, with a side of video-game playing.
I’ve gotten my mom into it too. Playing games. Reading the longer books. Cooking in the slow-cooker and not the insta-pot. Gardening to attract the butterflies and hummingbirds. Cursing the deer for destroying the bird feeders in a ravenous frenzy.
It’s still hard. Had a group chat with friends around my birthday and we created a grand scheme to get together. Travel via secluded road trip. Accompanied by another close friend living the life(!) with a parent. We’d cruise down together to visit our friends that work at home. They’re almost living the life we are. Almost. Until we factored in their kid. They are so very actively social in daycare, with case or two occurring in their immediate vacinity.
Cancelling the great road trip of 2020.
Amidst my internal conflict of both thoughts, feelings, and reality; my dad, in a total dad move, forwarded me this email from his primary care physician at the perfect time of my discontent.
Good News: this concise and thoughtful message really helped.
Starting with the emotional toll this is taking on each of us individually.
Seconded with family dynamics, reinforcing my resolve to stick close to home, for the time being.
4 Easy steps - of which, only 3 need be followed at a time.
This time in our individual to collective lives is so difficult, challenging, hard - pick-one or all. Anything to make it a little easier, taking the pressure off our actions, is welcome.
“
Dear Patients,
Our practice has been seeing a sharp increase in patients calling in with positive tests for COVID-19 and hospitalizations related to the current surge of the infection in (state omitted). We have had discussions with these patients, and it has become clear that the majority of infections in our patients could have been avoided if proper infection control practices were followed. It also has become clear that the majority of those patients were not knowingly taking chances necessarily, but it seems that they just didn't understand the proper way to follow the rules concerning the pandemic.
For that reason, I am sending an email to each of my patients to try to clarify how to avoid the coronavirus infection with the knowledge and recommendations explained a bit more clearly as well as my own recommendations.
Be Aware of Pandemic Fatigue
First of all, we should all be keenly aware of our emotional fatigue in dealing with the restriction and isolation associated with the pandemic and understand that we cannot allow that fatigue to change our good judgement going forward. This is probably the most important point of this email. The awareness also extends to the fatigue of our extended family, friends, religious congregations, and workplace where people may exert undue pressure on each of you to do things that are not prudent during the pandemic. Realize that we have many examples right now among the states of what can happen when we loosen restrictions too early or when people act like the pandemic is over.
"Family Problems"
Also, it is important that the only people that you touch or with whom you are physically close are the people who live in your household. Family or friends outside of your household are NOT included in this group. This can be particularly stressful for those of you who live alone. It is okay to gather with people, however, it must be done with proper precautions. A large portion of new clusters of infection have come from family gatherings. Remember that how a patient looks or feels has nothing to do with whether they are infected. People can be infected and asymptomatic or pre-symptomatic (meaning they are infected, but they have not yet developed the symptoms). It is important to realize that it is a greater risk to gather with family than with strangers. We naturally keep our distance from strangers, but we are more inclined to drop our guard with family and to get physically close or even hug and kiss.
Rules for Reducing the Risk of Infection
The following are a list of four basic rules. If you follow at least three of these rules at all times, you will be able to significantly reduce your risk of contracting COVID-19:
Always social distance. AT LEAST six feet.
Always wear a mask if you will encounter people outside of your household. If you are walking in your neighborhood and you can stay far away from other people, a mask is not necessary, but any time you may find yourself even remotely close to another person outside your household, you should have a mask on. Always keep a mask with you.
Avoid enclosed spaces where you are exposed to people outside of your household. In enclosed spaces, air currents are fairly constant due to the air-conditioning systems in rooms and buildings (breezes outdoors are more random and will disperse the virus). If a person or persons who are infected are present with you in an enclosed space, where you are in the room is important. If you are "up-wind" of the infection, this is safer. If you are "down-wind" of the infection, you are in a bad spot. However, since you never know who is infected and who is not, there is no way to know where the safest spot may be. Additionally, when it comes to enclosed spaces, the number of people gathered in that space changes the equation. Few people in a big space-- lower risk. Conversely, Lots of people in a smaller space--higher risk.
Avoid increased exposure time. Based on data from health care workers, the greater exposure time one has with an infected person, the greater the risk of contracting the infection. For this reason, exposure time is minimized in COVID wards in hospitals. Workers go in to see a patient, do what they have to do, and then leave the room. Even with full PPE (which is not foolproof) risk of infection increases with time of exposure. The less time you spend in proximity to people outside your household, the lower the risk.
As an example of using the above four rules to go to the grocery store:
You are in an enclosed space, however, you wear a mask, you social distance, and you get your groceries quickly and leave. The store is also a large space, so if you try and go when it is less crowded your risk is lower. Even if there was an unknown COVID-positive person in the store, since everyone is moving about the store to shop, your time exposed to any one individual is minimized.
A couple of examples of maintaining the above rules:
If there is a lunchroom at work where the employees gather to eat, you may want to go out for lunches, or if you bring your lunch to work, you may want to eat at your desk (if it is in an isolated space) or in your car.
If you want to see extended family or friends (outside of your household) you can gather in the backyard or front yard with masks and social distancing. Have separate tables for food and drinks. DO NOT hug, kiss, or get closer than six feet.
It is also important that the people who are in your household that you are close to also follow the above precautions because if just one person in the household is not being careful, the entire household is at risk. Remember that when you come into close contact with a person, you are potentially coming into contact with all the other people they have come into contact with.
Positive COVID-19 tests and exposures
If you are tested and are found to be COVID-19 positive or if you have come in contact with someone who has tested positive, please call our office and we will be glad to help you. We can explain all of the quarantine rules you will need to follow as well as rules for your household.
I am hoping that this email finds you well and clarifies some of the confusing aspects of how we all should act in community to keep ourselves safe and also look out for the health of our families and neighbors.
Blessings,
(Doctor’s name omitted to protect privacy)
”
A couple things that stand-out inspirationally in this message, beyond the thoughtfulness:
The genuine care and concern this doctor has for their patients.
That the doctor starts off with addressing “pandemic fatigue” and family problems first.
With great relief, illuminating that I am not alone, which fatigue and depressed feelings so often trick me into believing.
That, and wanting to get out of this somehow because I have never had to take things like this into consideration. Yes, the spoiled brat of an only child of divorced parents is bummed because they aren’t getting their way.
Wanting desperately for COVID-19 to, and I’ll use Donald Trump on repeat, saying “this will just disappear” as my example of tragic denial. It won’t just disappear for America and having reminders to help get through this is a must.
I want for us all to be safe and reminders to remain vigilant are better shared.
Stay safe out there my friends and be well.
Finding Prospect Along the Rogue River
Losing my shit!
Of course I am.
Who isn’t right now?
In some way, shape, or form?
The overwhelm rushing like the torrent of the river.
So... here’s some photos of the phenomenal beauty abound.
Without Elijah McClain, I wouldn’t know such a awe inspiring phrase. That he would give it in the last moments of his life is a calling.
Sometimes to the streets in protest.
Sometimes through the phone lines and emails to elected representatives.
Sometimes by joining in the conversation in new and surprising ways.
Sometimes it’s stepping full into our nature.
Here is some perspective gained on the way to Prospect and back to Bend, Oregon.
At least that’s my hope.
Phenomenal beauty. What a great idea.
Means so much more viewed with justice and love.
Whew! Glad I did this friends.
Got some inspiration.
Thanks for being here and out there in the world. 💙