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The Campaign Trail to Purple Lab

Posted By scanpres on Jan 12, 2010 at 1:15PM
  • I took a brief detour from blogging about my Purple Lab campaign experience to talk about a mutual friend's battle with cancer in my last blog.  It can't always be about me, nor should it.

    My usual routine is to wake up and hit the computer to see where I am ranked among the other 1700+ ever growing contestants.  This morning however, I had to go to an early doctor's appt.  That doctor.  The one that every woman hates to see.  Following that,  I had to field a telephone interview for a nursing position.  This was necessary since I gave my last job up for "lent."  Okay, maybe that's a big fat lie.  Maybe I gave it up because it was sucking the life out of me and stealing me away from my family and my hobbies (and impairing sleep and nutrition and elimination, etc.)  You get the picture.

    So I am gleefully unemployed, but must periodically search and make sure that the job of my dreams isn't about to snatched up by another nurse!  I traded being a full  time nurse for the past 18 years) and I am now an ordinary stay at home mom and occasional grandchild watcher.  Horrified by some, I am constantly questioned, "Aren't you bored?"  I laugh to myself. Ha ha!  Bored? Listen-when you've neglected everything in your life for 18 years, you have a lot of catching up to do!  So no, I am not bored. Never.  Not a chance!

    Neglect begins in an insidious way and then one day you awaken to a monsoon of personal grid lock.  In my case I woke up 60 pounds heavier, anemic, diabetic, suffering from high blood pressure, etc...My marriage was more of an LLC then a union of two souls., and my kids were adolescents living on chex mix and pepsi, albeit an occasional bagel bite. As far as outcomes go, this one was not desirable.

    I am a nurse. yes I am.  And what do nurses do when outcomes are less then desirable?  We self destruct.  We take it woefully bad, personalize it and then we do what is known as a "root cause analysis."  Simply put, this is a process of working backwards to figure out where "things" went wrong and then of course answering the question, "how can they be fixed with further damage prevented."  (was that a run on sentence?)

    Let's just say that my root cause analysis has been quite a journey, perhaps an odyssey.  I will have to google both definitions and make a commitment before my next blog entry.  Journey or odyssey, the process of repair was initially unthinkable and then just down right exhausting.  I felt like a huge ship tied to a dock with way too many lines-no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break free.  I was depressed, miserable, felt like a failure and had no clue where I had disappeared to.

    In my younger years when I would fall into one of these existential crises, my lovely sister would come by my house, rearrange my closet and throw out the gnarled up wire hangers and snapped off barbie heads that were hidden on the floor beneath.   But now my life had transcended a simple sisterly closet purge.  It was a cataclismic disaster of grand proportions! :(

    The exact date that I embarked on my personal root cause analysis is really too important, but I think a fair guess would be to say it all started around early February.  And ironically I owe a debt of gratitude to a chiropractor and a surgeon who both changed my life forever.  As I am blogging today, I realize that this will be yet another blog devoid of Purple Lab contest talk. It just seems too superficial to skip over what brought me to the Purple Lab Contest and what it really means to me.  So please bear with me as I try to organize and blog my defining Purple Lab precipice.

    In the meantime, please keep those daily votes coming.  I can see on the viral view of my contest entry that people are voting for me from On Sugar, among other blogging sites...the support is just so awesome.

    Follow the link below to vote...and thank you again!!


Suzanne the Nurse :)

Can an Ordinary Woman do Something Extraordinary?

Posted By scanpres on Jan 10, 2010 at 7:31PM

Failure? Challenge? Semantics?  I took a giant leap of faith and entered a model contest full of twenty something year-olds.  For me, a forty five year old mother of 6, grandmother of 2, Registered Nurse and Masters Student this was truly a leap of faith.  If you knew me two years ago, you would say it was beyond a leap of faith...more like a climb up Mount Everest.

Two years ago I weighed 200 pounds on my petite 5'2 frame and my idea of fashion was clean scrubs and sturdy sneakers.  Day's at home were relegated to wearing a vast array of sweat pants and over sized tee shirts.  I was working full time in every aspect of my life, expect in the aspect of self love and self respect. I am most women's story. If you've ever looked in the mirror and questioned who was peering back at you, then you know exactly what I am taking about.  Little girl lost.  Lost to the wear and tear of marriage, child rearing, care giving, working too many hours, caring for aging parents.  It is during this time that M&M's with peanuts and pepsi become the ally-the pacifer and yes, the equalizer.  Fast forward 15 or so years and there you have it.  Someone occupying your body that you don't even know.

But what if you could regain control? Lose the weight, change lifestyle habits? Reinvest in yourself and establish healthy boundaries personally and professionally?  Could it all get better?  Yes!  A resounding yes!  I did this.  It wasn't easy and it took several years, but yes it can be done-should be done!  It's never to late to claim your space and define healthy boundaries.  And maybe-just maybe you will realize one day that you have crosssed the threshold from self neglect to self love.

So here I am, it's nearly 1 a.m. and I'm blogging about me.  Or am I rambling?  The point is that I took a giant leap of faith and got taken out at the knee caps.  I entered the Purple Lab Model Contest a few days ago and within 24  hours I went from number 1200 to number 94.  This is unheard of in my realm.  How thrilling for an ordinary woman like me!  To have the voting support of friends and family catapult my entry to the top 100 model entrants over night is Cinderella-ish.  But before we start jumping for collective joy, the party came to halt much like Cinderella's coach turned back into a pumpkin.  Late Monday, the contest sponsor deleted my campaign (entry) in error and I lost everything.  I went from #94 to #387.  I had to rebuild my campaign site and start from scratch.  The sponsor apologized for their error but could do nothing to repair the damage.  :(

Will this stop me?  Lord no!  I have rebuilt with the help of some very wonderful people and I hope to regain my former ranking through the love and support of people.  People I know and people I have just met and hope to meet. 

A vote for me is a powerful statement.  It says that ordinary people can accomplish extraordinary things.

Thanks for reaading my wordy blog and please try to vote for me!  I really, really appreciate it xoxoxo

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Living Life

Posted By scanpres on Jan 10, 2010 at 7:07PM

"Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you've never been hurt and live like it's heaven on Earth." (Mark Purkey)

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