On My Mind

I have been thinking about the Wellness Wheel lately. Let me take a brief moment to describe what it is. If you do an online search for "wellness wheel" you find many different versions. Here is one whose categories I like:

Depending on which wheel you use, there are 6 to 8 sections of the wheel. I usually like the ones that have financial in there too. The different sections are Occupational, Intellectual, Social, Physical, Spiritual, and Emotional.

Occupational deals with the health of your career. Are you where you want to be or are you progressing to the point you want to be at? Do you like your job or is it torture to go every day? These are some of the things to consider.

Intellectual deals with our need to use our minds. Are we being stimulated? Are we learning? Are we discovering new things? Are we using our mental capacity in other areas of our lives?

Social is another aspect of life that is important. We have all heard of, "No man is an island." We cannot have healthy lives without human relationships. Are we connecting to people? Do we have social supports in our lives? Are we taking time to connect with those we love? Are we taking time to meet new people?

Physical has to do with our health. Where are we at physically? Are we healthy and fit? Are we giving our bodies the nutrition it needs? Are we getting enough sleep?

Spiritual is very important. Some describe this section as values and ethics. Others use the idea of finding meaning in one's life. Being religious, I see this as our connection to God. How is our relationship to God? Are we talking to him daily? Are we doing what He requires of us? Are nourishing our spirits with His word?

Emotional is self explanatory. How are our emotions? Are we depressed, content, happy? Are our emotions regulated or are they all over the place? Are we expressing our emotions or are we bottling them up?

This is a useful way to look at one's life. In order to be truly "healthy" one must be healthy in all areas of one's life. Think of this as an actual wheel. It needs to be nice and round with all areas inflated. When one area is not healthy, it affects all areas of the wheel. It limits our ability to go anywhere. You can look online for ways to score yourself to see how your particular wheel looks.

I have been thinking a lot about the wheel lately because mine is not doing too well. Particularly, the emotional section has been weak. I have been more depressed than usual. I also have been very weak in my resolve to accomplish the tasks that are required of me.

This has affected the physical section of the wheel. Depression goes along with physical symptoms. I have been very fatigued, I have had multiple headaches, my stomach has been bothering me, etc.

These two weak areas have affected the occupational section. I am behind in school. I have missed work and am, therefore, behind in my hours. This in turn further weakens the physical section because now I have to miss sleep in order to catch up.

The spiritual aspect is affected because of the fatigue and depression. I miss church or my heart is not into it. I feel guilty because I am not living up to my own standards.

Intellectually I find myself not wanting to use my mind. I don't have the energy to learn more or to push myself. All I want to do is mind numbing things.

Finally, all of this affects the social aspects. I find myself ignoring phone calls from friends because I do not feel like talking. I also find myself relying on my friends and family more than they know. I expect them to cheer me up without knowing that that is what I need. I expect them to show me if I am important to them and get hurt when they don't. All of this without them knowing. I expect them to read my mind. This I do because I am seeking something from them that I am not getting in the other areas of life.

I hope that I have demonstrated the interrelatedness of the sections of the wheel. All areas need to be healthy in order for one to be holistically healthy. We need to focus on ALL of the areas. When one is weak, it affects the others. When we are not well rounded in health, we don't get very far. We are stressed and struggling. No matter what situation you are in, focus on each of these areas and find some way to strengthen them. If this were a discussion board, I would ask for your ideas on ways to strengthen each section. But ask yourselves that. Really do a self assessment on each of these areas and try to get your wheel healthy and round.

The image of the wellness wheel came from:
http://www.thefitnessguru.net/thefitnessguru/Home.htm

I don’t remember why we stopped at the Human Society that day. There were many people glancing into the cages, dogs looking up excitedly. One popular cage had 4 or 5 puppies looking up at the all the humans, their tails wagging. They looked up at me too, wanting to play. “Mom wants a big dog,” I said. These puppies would grow to be bigger than the dog I had at home. Though my conscience was telling me not to buy a dog, the puppies’ eyes were telling me yes. Pushing all thought aside, I purchased the only female left.
As my brother drove us home, I held the little pup in my lap. She lay there upside down, with her white paws bent, staring up at me. I stared back down at the puppy that would grow to be our loyal companion.
Mom wasn’t too happy when I returned with a puppy. Our talk about getting another dog was just that, talk. Naomi and Aurora, our dog and cat, were also not too happy with my new gift to them.
We named her Poppy (pronounced Puppy) because no other name fit. Little did we know at that time that we chose the name that would fit the best. She was a fur full of energy.
In reality, she caused us a lot of difficulty. As soon as she got big enough, she challenged Naomi for “top dog” standing. Poor Naomi’s life became very difficult. We were constantly breaking up fights. Aurora always had to be on guard as the only cat in a house with two dogs.
Poppy got into big trouble with the humans too. She started jumping the fence and running from the yard to roam the neighborhood. Those with cattle and farm animals did not approve. So, we invested in a higher fence. Six feet should be high enough, right? Not for this pup. She was an expert at high jumping. So more money went to adding to the fence. Our yard came to look like secret military fort. She quickly learned to climb the fence (yes, that’s right, climb) and jump over.
One day, after escaping our yard, we went looking for her without success. That night, she showed up at our front door. I immediately knew something was wrong when she hobbled into the house. She had been hit by…what? Was it a car she had been chasing or a horse? We called the vet emergency. Late that night the vet saw her. He stated that it appeared that nothing was broken and sent her home. He was wrong. Her tail lay between her legs and it fused that way. With this causing her problems, she was taken to a different vet. We were informed that her tail and pelvic bone had been broken. The tail could not be fixed and would have to be removed. She has ever since been a tailless dog with a slight indentation in her lower back.
She settled down a little bit after that. In 2001, Naomi died, followed a few months later by Aurora. Poppy became the only pet in the house. She was the only “baby.” She matured and her love and companionship to us grew. And she became my “cutie patutie puppy friend.”
Pup was a talented dog. She could jump up to 6 feet to catch a Frisbee and she caught it almost every time. What’s more, she even brought it back to us…as many of our former animals had not.
One of her quirks was her obsession with rocks. She somehow found every large rock in our yard. She would push the rock along the ground, then throw it up in the air and catch it on her nose. Some of these rocks were huge. And she barked incessantly at the rocks. We tried to get rid of all large rocks but she always found more. During one visit to the vet, he guessed, “She must play with rocks.” “How do you know?” we wondered. “All her teeth are broken,” was the reply.
As she got older she did not jump as much and the rocks did not fly as high. But she still had a lot of energy. She still loved to play soccer with us. The US national soccer team should have hired her as their goalie. My brother and I would try to get the ball past her. She was fast and would block the ball half the time. Sometimes she would roll it back to us. We played soccer with her for a while with her running the entire time. When done, she would limp back into the house and sleep the rest of the day. Sometimes I wondered if we would give her a heart attack with all that running.
Other times she would sleep all day almost. “She’s getting old,” we would say. Then my nieces would come over and all her old energy would surface. She would run and play all day then pass out at night. She usually slept the entire day after the kids left. “Pup, you’re not a young dog anymore.” But she never accepted that.
She was always the puppy. In our home was a basket filled with her toys. By the end of the day it would be empty and her toys spread out all over the floor. She wanted to play when I came home from work every day. She wanted to play when she came in from the cold outside. She wanted to play when the kids came over. She wanted to play before I went to bed. She always wanted to play. Even in her last week of life, with almost no energy left, she wanted to play.
She loved being scratched. She would push her head up against our legs so that we could scratch and pet her. The harder we scratched, the harder she pushed her head on our legs. Sometimes I would walk a little bit away to signal I was done. But she would just come right up and ask for more. She wanted loves.
She loved to be adored. If I gave attention when she was lying down, she would turn upside down and put her paws in the air. “Oh, such a cute puppy!” “Oh, how beautiful!” We would say. She adored the praise. Then I would rub her belly and she would bend her paws, just like the day I brought her home.
Poppy followed us around. If we were in the kitchen, she was in the kitchen. If we went to the living room, she would go to the living room. Whenever I went to do laundry, she would come with me and wait for me. She was always near one of us.
Her health declined this past month and we knew the end was near. She was 13 years old, very old for her breed. I hoped to see her again one more time but that was not to be. Yesterday the call came. She was put down after it was discovered that she had lung cancer that was slowly suffocating her. Today she was buried in our yard with her favorite toys from her basket.
I was not there to comfort her when she got sick. I was not there for her death. And I was not there for the burial today. But, she, the loyal companion, was here with me. She will always be in my memory. And she is now with all the other loving companions I have had the privilege of knowing. She is there with my dear Naomi, Aurora, ChiChi, Mimi, and all the others. And now, along with the others, she can be the loving companion to my father. He can now be the one to love and play with her.

Good-bye my dear Poppy friend. Thank you for your life.

While you could not speak the words,
I could hear the whispers of your voice.
Telling me it was time to go,
to celebrate your life and rejoice.

You decided it was time to go and
find your resting ground.
You lay down your tired head and
went without a sound.

In my heart I know you loved me,
as much as I loved you.
I pray you've found the peace,
that's helped to see me through.

I thank you for all the joy in my life and
the smiles you've brought to me.
May God guide you on your journey and
may your spirit always run free.

--Author UnknownSunlight streams through window pane