30 day challenge of mother fucking madness


 

Ronan. The 30 day yoga challenge. I have a friend who is crazy enough and actually did this. Kudos to D. She is crazy in all the best ways. And she loves her yoga. I do not love yoga. I am quite sure, if I were to try to contain myself in a calming, peaceful environment of yoga, that I would go all turrets on their asses and start freaking out/screaming/crying/puking about how I have a fucking dead kid so NOTHING is Zen, NOTHING is Ommmm and I would like to beat the bloody hell out of the Chakras that surround me. I’m pretty sure I would get kicked out of a yoga class, while offending everyone which does sound pretty badass and dangerous… so it’s a little tempting. If I didn’t respect the whole yoga thing so much, I would totally do this. But I secretly love yoga. I’m envious of those who do it, love it, and are better people because of it. I used to love it, Ronan. Before all of this. Now… I’m just not ready to go back.

I’ve come up with my own 30 day challenge, instead. I started it on Monday. It’s called Maya’s 30 day challenge of mother fucking madness. And the weather is getting hotter, which makes it even better. I spent 3 hours on Monday and 3 hours today, hiking/running/puking/crying/spitting/tripping/getting a rad tan. Skin cancer here I come!!!! I’ve decided to have 30 days of hiking for 3-5 hours a day in complete and total silence. I’ve already told your daddy, that it’s 30 days of solitude. 30 days of not talking to anyone because I’m really on a retreat to Italy/India/Indonesia like that Elizabeth Gilbert wah wah wah, my life is so bad, chick. When in reality, your life is freaking awesome lady. Plus, you got to travel to all of those places, solo, and figure your shit out. Unfortunately, I cannot do that, due to having a thing back here called 2 babes to take care of and a husband. This is my modified version of your little trip, Elizabeth Gilbert or whatever your name is. I think I totally have a one up on you though, due to having a dead kid, so kudos’ for that! One of those little silver linings in life that just makes everything o.k.! I am being sarcastic. Because I am in a pissy/sarcastic mood.

So, I started this on Monday and so far, I have not died. I have visions of dying out there though due to the heat/rattlesnakes/weird scary men that appear out of nowhere! when I am in the middle of nowhere!, alone! Rita! I freaking told you I needed a machete! You are going to be really upset if I get attacked and have nothing on me, to protect myself! I have many reasons as to why I am doing this. One being because if I don’t, I quite simply will stay barricaded up in my house, in my bed, crying. Two being because I need to be with you, Ronan. And being alone, hiking is where I feel closest to you. Three being I need the quietness in my head, or to deal with the screaming in my head by talking to Inferno Fuckwad Bob, alone. My head feels foggy. It feels less foggy when I am out, being active and dealing with this grief but in my way, the solitude way. Isolation. 30 days of intense hiking/isolation/how the fuck am I going to get through this? You’d better start figuring this out. You’d better start taking some control of some things. You’d better start because Ronan, as you told Dr. JoRo, in her dream…. “I can’t get to my mom, because she’s too angry. Tell her that, please.” She couldn’t tell me that for a while. She just told me that, last week. She has watched me struggle with this anger. I told her I was less angry and just more sad now. She decided that it was the right time, to tell me the last thing that you said to her, in her dream. FUCK. We both figured out when it is that I hide the most. It’s when I’m angry. It’s because to me, anger is shameful. It makes me feel dirty, like I need to take a shower and scrub, scrub, scrub. I’ve never been an angry person. I don’t know how to handle it. I’m pretty sure I have done/said hurtful things while being angry. I don’t want to hurt anyone so when I am feeling super angry, I hide. If I hide, I cannot hurt anyone with the stupid/mean things that may come flying out of my mouth. I’d rather just deal with my anger and take it out on myself, like on a mountain where I can beat myself up. Where I can find moments of quiet. Where I can scream, cry, bloody my knuckles and nobody has to see me. This is what I am doing, every single day until May 2nd. Plus, Dr. JoRo is freaking leaving me for 2 weeks! Um excuse me! If I don’t do this/and she is gone I am going to go bat shit crazy!

So, this is what I’m doing. I have no doubt that I will be up that mountain for hours upon hours for the next 30 days. I don’t know what I am looking for. All I know at this point is I kind of want to die but I also want to kind of stay alive. I’m just leaving it in the hands of the fates at this point. The exercise feels good to me. The not listening to music, feels good to me. The just being with my grief/sadness hurts like hell but it’s not going anywhere. I’m going to go and join it and truly join it, alone. I’m not filling my days with things/lunches/nail parties/all things I need to take a break from. I’m going to fill my days with silence/dirt/nature/barefoot hiking/blisters/cut feet/sunburns/isolation and solitude.

This is my plan. It’s not much but this is what my heart is telling me I need to do if I want to survive this next month that is coming up. Power through April and maybe it will help you to figure out May.

I’m sleepy, Ro. You would be so proud of your brothers tonight and their baseball game. They looked so great and happy. We all miss you so much. Tonight Quinn got blamed for doing something by your daddy that he says he didn’t do. I looked at him and said, “Just blame it on Ronan.” He giggled. We both yelled out, “Ronan did it!” That made us laugh even harder. And then we got sad because you weren’t here to do it, so we snuggled up together and I just held him and we quietly talked about you.

Your Sparkly said it best. Nobody deserves this. But especially not you. Especially not me. Especially not us. I told him it was you I am saddest for. You deserved so much better. You deserved so much more. You were robbed of living the most beautiful life. I am the saddest for you, always. I love you. I miss you. I hope you are safe. Sweet dreams, baby doll.

xoxo

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  1. Lorrie

     /  April 4, 2012

    I love it! Please use sunscreen. That liquid bandaid stuff will work great on the blisters and ROCK that mountain!!!!! xxxooo

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  2. Jaime H.

     /  April 5, 2012

    I hope you are safe out there Maya! Think of you every day. I am keeping you in my thoughts and prayers as May approaches. Much love to you! xoxo

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  3. I love your idea of spending time running and letting your grief hang out, but your friends are right, you should be safe. I agree that Elizabeth woman is absolutely ridiculous, I couldn’t even finish her stupid book it was so cliche.

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  4. I really put it in my head that I could do all that awesome crazy stuff with you if I had the opportunity, and I really wonder if I could. I’d love it, but I think I’d die a little bit. Which wouldn’t be the worst thing for me to do.

    Keep your water with you mama…
    Loves times infinity

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  5. Glenda

     /  April 5, 2012

    Thinking of you RoMama. Be safe attacking fuckwad Bob!

    Thinking of Rockstar Ro. Always Ro!!!
    XO

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  6. Laura

     /  April 5, 2012

    Water, sunscreen and lots of love to you. I hope you and your family has a special weekend. All our love and thoughts are with your entire family.

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  7. L

     /  April 5, 2012

    Sending you love over this next month. Maybe you could wear a unicorn horn on your head to stab off all the rattlesnakes/weird scary men on your 30 days or…….how about pepper spray, maybe that will work better?!?!?! And of course do not forget water and sunscreen too!

    Much love to you, Woody, Quinn and Liam this weekend and of course Monday.

    Always Ro. XOXO

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  8. Margarita

     /  April 5, 2012

    You are going to machete rattlesnakes? And old Navajo men who are communing with nature? You are not making a strong machete argument, FYI. Maybe a plastic machete. You will feel bad-ass…but you won’t hurt yourself if you trip and accidentally land on it. Or foam. Or a hollow machete and you can carry water in it!! Genius.

    Rita

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  9. Daniella

     /  April 6, 2012

    Go Maya Go! We are all cheering for you! Wear sunscreen and drink water, pleeeease :)

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  10. DD

     /  April 8, 2012

    The last two where actually 60 :) ..eventually the silence drowns out the noise and you can feel rather then think .. It should provide moments of clarity xo dd

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  11. Kelsey

     /  April 9, 2012

    I just envisioned our friendship….we never actually talk in real life…we meet, hike, sweat, scream, cry, share a deep moment of eye contact,maybe a hug….then back to reality….love it!!

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