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THE BOOMER EFFECT
Baby Boomers - those born between 1946 and 1964 - have shaped prime markets of the economy throughout every stage of life. This “Boomer Effect” is now impacting the fitness industry, too.
Heaps of people are retiring every day in the US, and these aging Boomers aren’t ready to slow down or spend their time in a rocking chair. They’ve worked hard their entire lives, and now they have every intention of enjoying a fun-filled, active lifestyle for many years to come.
Boomers are prepared to invest in opportunities that make them feel young and protect their health for things like traveling, new hobbies, and unknown adventures. They aren’t your typical grandparent figures of the past, and since they possess much of the wealth of the US, the fitness industry is scrambling to adapt to the new wellness demands of aging consumers.
THE SHIFT FROM FITNESS TO WELLNESS
On a recent walk through the rolling hills of Colorado, I was listening to a podcast with fitness industry veteran, Tony De Leede. He defined fitness as being one aspect of health under the wellness umbrella.
Historically speaking, the fitness industry has primarily focused on weight training and cardiovascular exercise. However, Boomers have never been the “gym-goer” types. Tony calls them the “forgotten generation” in the fitness industry because most clubs have catered to the young and fit. The loud music, clanging weights, and sweaty high-intensity classes can be intimidating for Boomers.
So, now fitness centers are beginning to acknowledge the connection between fitness and wellness by offering other options, like recovery, stress management, and mobility. It is all part of what I call the Fitness Triad: resistance, cardio, and recovery.
THE ELUSIVE 80%
For the 20+ years I’ve been in the fitness industry, there has always been at least 80% of the population that does not belong to a fitness center. I spent years working in clinical exercise research, personal training, corporate wellness, cardiac rehab, and group fitness looking for the “stickiest” way to help people be healthier, but have yet to find the silver bullet. Year after year, the same 20% of the population joins gyms and the same 80% doesn’t.
Ways to engage the elusive 80% in fitness have been debated by strength experts, cardio advocates, club owners, and researchers around the world, but nothing has been successful in moving the needle significantly.
Boomers are showing the fitness industry the way forward, and many operators are listening. This just may be the opportunity everyone has been looking for to expand the market beyond the usual 20%. As Tony says, “wellness is where it’s at for the future."
THE NEXT STEP
Boomers may be driving this shift, but they aren’t the only ones seeking out wellness options. Other groups like athletes, younger generations, and corporate executives are all realizing the importance of recovery and stress management tools to help them operate at their best.
So, the question at hand is, “How should the fitness industry respond?”
I agree with Tony that we can all start with the words we use. Words like “fitness,” “exercise,” and weight lifting are scary words for people who just want to live well, protect their health, and keep active. So, it’s important to seek out alternative words like “wellbeing,” “mindfulness,” “rejuvenation,” “recover,” and “breathing.”
Examples of wellness offerings can include massage chairs for reduced heart rate, blood pressure, and perceived stress, infrared saunas for a host of health benefits, and other options like guided breathing, meditation, stretching, and more.
This trend is even moving beyond fitness businesses and into all industries like hospitality, active aging facilities, and corporations. They are all trying to find ways to bring wellness into their spaces.
The biggest challenge facilities face is finding space on already crowded floors. Fitness centers have already become a “third space” where members regularly spend their time outside of home and work. Now it’s time for facilities to create a third space within the fitness centers that includes wellness offerings. It needs to be separate, quiet, and non-intimidating.
On behalf of the Boomers and everyone else who values lifelong wellness, I applaud Tony’s challenge to club owners who haven’t yet made this shift...to just do it:
“Rather than saying that we can’t do it because it won’t fit, you have to figure out how to make it fit and stop looking at reasons that it can’t be done. You can either lead, follow, or get out of the way. It is here. It is staying here. If you want to grow your business, you need to look at how you can do it.”
I got an email from my massage therapist confirming that she would be closed for another month because of social distancing and the coronavirus pandemic.
This is bad news for her clients and for the millions of other people who depend on manual "touch therapies" like chiropractic and massage to manage pain or stress.
In fact, every year in the US, 35 million people seek out chiropractic care, while 21% of the population reports getting massages - and of those, 78% use massage to treat a health issue.
Consequently, those suffering with joint or muscle pain, circulation issues, tension headaches, and chronic stress are now trying to figure out how to get by while their massage therapists and chiropractors are closed.
Even after businesses reopen, fear of personal contact means social distancing is probably going to be around for awhile. So, people are looking for a way to bridge the gap between their needs and the professional care they are used to receiving.
If you find yourself in this predicament, here are three ways to take care of yourself at home or work.
1. Keep Moving.
Have you ever tried to get up after a long car ride, only to have your joints feel stuck and rusty?
This is because still joints become stiff joints. Joints that don't move can lose mobility and cause pain.
You probably noticed that after getting out of the car and hobbling around for a couple of minutes, your body began to move better.
The reason for this is that activity acts like a lubricant to your joints and muscles. The more you move, the more blood flow your joints get and the more mobile they feel.
Making a conscious effort to move all your parts periodically throughout the day is going to keep your joints lubricated until you can get back to your therapist.
Try little movements like opening and closing all of your fingers as wide and stretched as possible followed by closing your fists as small and tight as you can.
Then try big movements like walking. Walking is one of the best whole-body lubricating movements you can do. You could even try walking around the house with your shoes off so the little joints of your feet can move and bend.
My favorite thing to do right now is to swing a golf club 5 times on the right side and 5 times on the left side. I do this in the middle of my work day, and it only takes a couple of minutes. The rotation of my spine, along with the movement in my shoulders, wrists, knees, and ankles feels so good and releases a lot of muscle tension.
One of my go-to resources on staying active in everyday life is Katy Bowman, Biomechanist from Nutritious Movement. She teaches movement as a powerful tool that can be regenerative to muscles and joints. If you want to learn more, I encourage you to watch her 5-minute VIDEO where she explains the importance of moving all your parts.
2. Buy A Massage Chair.
Admittedly, I used to think massage chairs were just a luxury item for those who have extra money to burn.
However, now that I have done the research and have seen the effect that a massage chair can have on health, I'm a believer.
Massage chairs help people feel better and lower heart rate, blood pressure, and stress.
In 15 minutes, a mechanical massage chair can support many of the therapies that your chiropractor or massage therapist utilizes, like a full-body sports massage, intersegmental traction (stretching the joints of the back), infrared heat therapy for dissolving muscle tension, fascia hydration and release, and compression therapy to improve lymphatic drainage and circulation.
One of my clients, who was injured last year, works from home and put a chair in her office. She called me recently and said, "This massage chair has saved me during the quarantine! It's paid for itself 10 times over, and I look forward to sitting in it everyday."
I repeatedly hear from professional therapists that more progress is made more quickly when a daily routine in a massage chair is added. So even when your massage therapist or chiropractor reopens, a massage chair will support and enhance the work they do.
People always ask me what chair they should buy. The answer depends on what you are looking for, whether it is for the office or home, and what kind of budget you have. The family of chairs from FFL have a strong history of quality, design, and service. If you need help deciding, you can inquire here.
3. Eat Anti-Inflammatory Foods.
What you put into your body will have an impact on the inflammatory response of your system. Inflammation leads to joint pain and other negative health outcomes. So one of the best ways to keep your body healthy during the shutdown is to eat an anti-inflammatory diet.
Here's the point when I have to admit that I have a secret crush on Dr. Greger of www.NutritionFacts.org. This is because Dr. Greger scours at all the evidence concerning foods that support health. There are gazillions of studies done on nutrition each year, and I would never have the time or patience to review them all individually. He has earned my confidence and respect.
I recommend watching his VIDEO that discusses the link between 1 tablespoon of ground flax seed and its benefits in not only reducing inflammation in the body, but also in protecting against cancers and controlling blood sugar.
In fact, flax seed is so healthy that it has its own category in the Daily Dozen food list. Daily Dozen is a simple tool that provides a checklist of all the best foods to eat to keep inflammation down and immunity up. It's a free iOS or Android app.
All 3 of these things can be done at home or in your office to support your body while you wait for your chiropractor or massage therapist to open for business again. Bridge the gap in your care, and keep moving, get a massage chair, and manage your inflammation through the food you eat. You've got this!
If you need help implementing these ideas or would like a free consultation, please schedule a call with me HERE.
Now that COVID-19 has hit, we are all quarantined and working from home.
People have started reaching out to me about how they should set up their home offices to maximize their health. So, I thought I would weigh in on my idea of good seating options.
Staying active is key to creating a healthy workspace.
Remember...the next position is the best position.
As we prepare to move back into office buildings, consider bringing some of these ideas with you to your workspace.
If your company is interested in getting a free 12-point workspace wellness audit, schedule your online appointment here. https://activeoffice.org/talk
Chronic stress is like a race car without any pit stops.
Imagine a race car driver who shows up on the day of his big race.
His car is well-built and has a powerful engine. The starting gun goes off and the driver speeds down the track. He’s fast and making good progress. So he goes faster and keeps pushing on...(continue reading on LinkedIn)
3 Steps to building a body that will endure through the decades.
When my house was under construction, the builder adopted this mantra as his defining business strategy: "Build a home that "looks good and lasts a long time."
That phrase represented a value system that carried us through every step of our project. It impacted the countertops we chose and the bay window overlooking the woods. That belief helped us find the perfect wood to go on the ceilings that we would love for years to come. Everything was solid, well-built and beautiful. And most importantly, it was designed to be enjoyed and to last.
I imagine that all great architects...(continue reading on LinkedIn)
If you work in an office, you know what the long hours behind a computer feel like. You know how the never ending office treats in the break room call your name. You know the stress of trying to balance family life while meeting deadlines at work. You get it, and for the most part, you accept it as normal.
What you may not know is that spending a good chunk of your day this way is not healthy. You may not feel the physical effects, yet, but you will if given enough time.
Since I've been in your shoes and worked with a number of clients who have office jobs, I discovered 3 key habits that will make your office job healthier. These habits will help you find a new normal at work so you don't have to accept declining health in exchange for a paycheck. But first, let's talk about frogs...(click to read full article on LinkedIn)
Today we have more mobility than any time in history because of air travel, the internet, and cultural acceptance to think outside the status quo. We have the ability to seek, find, traverse, arrive, leave, and nurture that which we find valuable.
Because of our newfound mobility, the accepted standard of what we consider a life of stability has changed. It used to include remaining near the town where we grew up, buying a house, and staying in the same career until retirement. It was considered risky and unstable to move somewhere new, rent (rather than own) a home, or change careers too often, at risk of being judged a “quitter” or “transient.”
And now? Gone are the days of our sedentary ways. A place can be so much more than a location on a map. A place can also be a mental frame of mind or a stage in our career. Mobility is moving from the place we are now to transcend into another place that we want to be. It means being flexible, fluid, resilient, and strong-- all at the same time.
My friend nicknamed me her tumbleweed friend because my husband and I packed up our children and wandered the Southwest in our Airstream travel trailer for 4 months one winter. Then we sold everything we owned and moved to Australia for a year and a half. Her nickname for me alludes to the idea that my life is as unstable as a forlorn tumbleweed blowing aimlessly about the desert.
However, if she looked deeper, she would see how much stability has been created through the mobility of my life. More opportunities have come my way because of our flexible lifestyle. My marriage is more stable because we checked off bucket lists together; and, we have amazing, stable bonds with our children as a result of time spent together exploring new things and being willing to take risks, confront unknowns, and push our limits.
This concept - mobility is the new stability - applies to how we treat our bodies, too. Ask most office ergonomist from the past, and they would have agreed that a good chair was one that created low back stability with lumbar support and armrests.
While I can understand the original thinking behind this, we now know that passive, rigid support is detrimental to joints, muscles, and the overall stability of a functional body. True spinal stability requires that we provide a supporting structure radically different from its rigid predecessor. Today, stability is understood to be a dynamic strength that lives and breathes and changes. Stability means being more agile and able to make adjustments as-needed.
In this chair example, an external lumbar support can hold a person in a safe position, but it also causes atrophy (shrinkage) of the core and postural muscles. Over time, the person in a traditional ergonomic chair will experience more instability. This will expose them to more injury - not less.
I would even go so far as to say that using a traditional ergonomic chair the majority of the time can cause the very problems it is trying to prevent. This is because the muscles of the torso are no longer adequate to protect the spine or maintain proper posture. Then, it is only a matter of time before the person injures themselves picking up a child or bending over to tie their shoe.
In contrast, when the core muscles are engaged on a regular basis by standing, walking, or using active seating in the office, they become stronger and better at stabilizing the spine. This mobility leads to a more functional body that is less prone to injury.
If you aren't familiar with the term active seating, it is a category of office chairs that promote movement and improve core strength. Introducing active seating options to a workplace can play an important role in addressing injury prevention and sedentariness. Two active chairs I like are the Move and the Variable balans by a Norwegian company called Varier. Both chairs meet my 3 criteria for active seating:
The old model of stability said that safety is in proper positioning and precise angles: inflexible and sedentary. The new model of stability says that safety is in dynamic, controlled mobility: flexible and adaptable to our body’s needs and environmental conditions.
You have a choice: Changing the way you work in an office setting can be a challenging paradigm shift. If you would like to discuss how you can embrace stability through mobility, please reach out to me at email@example.com.
In our modern feminist culture where nothing is off limits, I find it strange that most women still don't know the basic essentials for going to the bathroom correctly.
The last conversation you probably had about toilet habits was when you were a toddler getting potty trained. If you were lucky, you had a mother that taught you a few of her tricks like how to lay toilet paper on the seat or hover over public toilets, or how to navigate some of the intricacies of hygiene during your period. But I'm guessing that you've been left on your own to figure out most of your potty habits.
If that's the case, you are long overdue for some potty talk. These tips I am about to share with you were taught to me when I was living in Australia. Why I had to go halfway around the globe to learn them is beyond me. They are so simple, yet the impact they will have on your body is profound. I wish someone had explained this to me a long time ago, so I am going to pay it forward.
Tip #1: Lean Forward to Pee
Leaning forward slightly, with a straight back and relaxed tummy, is the best way to empty your bladder without causing stress to your pelvic floor muscles. Strained muscles of the pelvis can lead to incontinence or prolapsed pelvic organs. If you aren't familiar with POP (pelvic organ prolapse), it is when your organs (bladder, uterus, or bowels) slide out of place. In the worst cases, they can protrude from your body (more on that in another post).
Tip #2: Raise Your Feet To Poo
I'm guessing that you've seen the funny Squatty Potty commercials with the unicorn doing its business. (watch here) There's actually an important message behind the silliness. By raising the feet, the angle of the hips changes and opens the "kink" in the bowels, allowing the elimination to happen easier and without straining. As I mentioned in Tip #1, if you strain the muscles of the pelvic floor repeatedly throughout your life, they can fail, causing prolapse of a pelvic organ. In this case, that could be your bowels. When your bowel prolapses, it can cause constipation, leaking, and bowels that protrude from your body. That's less than desirable, so please consider raising your feet several inches when you poo.
Tip #3: Never Hover Over The Loo
We've all done it, ladies. Public bathrooms can be nasty, so we hover over the loo (toilet) and deal with the burning quads in the name of hygiene. Plus, it's good because we get in a little extra workout, right? Wrong. The straining muscles that are holding us in the hover are also preventing the bladder from fully emptying. So we have to push harder to get the urine out which causes those all so important muscles of the pelvic floor to fail over time. This attempt to save yourself from germs is harming your future self's organs. So, bring wipes, or put paper down, or just sit on the seat if it looks reasonably clean. Take a deep breath and relax all those core muscles and allow your body to do the rest...while you rest.
Think of it like drops in a bucket. When you hover or strain once, it doesn't matter too much. It is simply one drop in a bucket. However, if you go to the bathroom in this manner for years or decades, those drops add up and fill your bucket until it can handle no more drops. With the damage done and the limit reached, your body begins to fail in its ability to hold in urine when you cough, laugh, sneeze, run, or jump. It can also lead to your organs sliding down, and sometimes out, of your body. If you've had children, this progression can go even quicker.
Friends, let's be kind to our future selves and preserve the strength and function of our pelvic floor muscles by remembering these 3 toilet tips every time you have to "go." Then initiate some potty talk with your girlfriends, daughters, and granddaughters before they get into unhealthy bathroom habits, too.
Good luck, and remember: Lean forward to pee, raise your feet to poo, and never hover over the loo.
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My children and I were studying the ancient practice of foot binding recently. They were shocked that the Chinese broke and bound little girls' feet to keep them from growing any longer than 4 inches. My son shuddered at one of the pictures and asked, "Why would they do that to just to look good?" My little girl chimed in, "But these girls could never run or jump again! I'm glad we don't do that now." I hugged her and said, “Me, too.” But a little voice in my head wondered if women are still hanging onto remnants of this past torture. Could our current culture of wearing high heels be a variation of the same thinking...exchanging health for beauty?
We've all been there - dancing at a wedding with our high heels in our hands (or tossed under a table somewhere). The evening starts with the fun of dressing up and wearing heels (so our legs look awesome), but it ends in pain. As long as it’s our choice to put up with sore feet, it’s not that big of a deal. However, it becomes a big deal when women feel pressure to wear high heels at work.
Last year there was an incident in the UK in which a woman was sent home from work, without pay, for not wearing high heels. She didn’t wear heels because she was going to be escorting clients back and forth from the lobby to the meeting rooms for 9 hours. Heels would have been impossible for her feet. She fought beck and later won a petition to improve the law protecting women from discriminating dress codes.
Most companies won’t go so far as to send women home for not wearing heels, but there is still an unwritten expectation from corporate America that heels are standard office attire. As a modern, health-conscious society that is just beginning to embrace the idea of standing desks and movement in our workplaces, wearing heels a collision of ideals.
"As a modern, health-conscious society that is just beginning to embrace the idea of standing desks and movement in our workplaces , wearing heels is a collision of ideals."
We are how we move
Our feet are the foundation of all posture and movement. Katy Bowman from Nutritious Movement suggests that “we are how we move,” and she is a major advocate of treating your feet well for optimal health. Her colleague, Dani Hemmat, claims that any shoe raising your heel more than 1-2 inches causes joint alignment to be displaced by 20-40 degrees. Our bodies become pitched forward and have to create an unnatural counterbalance. Dani likens our bodies to machines and asks what machine would last very long if it is 20 degrees out of alignment? Our cars wouldn’t drive straight and our washing machines would wear out and malfunction. So it is with our bodies.
Katy teaches the concept of micro and macro nutrients of movement. For example, walking or biking using big muscle groups is macro movement, while balancing on one foot or walking across uneven surfaces is micro movement. It’s really hard to have good micro movement when our toes are crammed into pointy shoes and when our heels are higher than the balls of the feet. Both of these alter our movement and disrupt our musculoskeletal system at a foundational level.
Domino effectThe position of the feet determine how the rest of the body will stack. Changing the angles in the feet with high heels changes the body’s center of gravity and, therefore, sets off a domino effect of postural compensations:
Before real damage is done, though, our bodies have a built in warning system. The warning varies from person to person, so I encourage to listening when your feet start talking to you.
Don’t despair if you are a committed high heels wearer (or have been in the past). It’s not the end of the world, but try these things to mitigate the damage:
Heel the workplace
However, if you don't have to wear heels at work, then join me, and let's be the generation that ‘heels’ the workplace and stops the unhealthy expectations for women’s shoes. Let’s take our heels out of our work wardrobe and toss them in the party box, or better, yet, in the bin. We can end our modern day foot binding and claim our right to be healthy at work - starting from our feet up. #
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I heard about a new kind of yoga at work. Two different people told me about it on two consecutive days. They both said it was like no yoga class they had ever experienced. Naturally, my curiosity was peaked.
They told me that it used gravity to access joints and create greater mobility. From the brief descriptions they gave me, I got the impression that it was a 'less it more' philosophy of movement. It sounded like something that might be good for my chronically tight husband whose hands, shoulders, and even feet have restricted range of motion. He also gravitates to slow, purposeful living, simplicity, and minimalism. So I mentioned it to him one evening. As I suspected, he was immediately onboard with the concept and signed up for his first class.
Personally, I was skeptical. My background with a masters degree in kinesiology and 20 years of working in an industry that preaches 'no pain no gain' caused me to doubt the effectiveness of this program. Admittedly, I had already begun to reject the 'punishment' philosophy of fitness that requires you to push your body beyond your limits, but this new (mostly passive) yoga was a bit too far outside of my comfort zone.
To gain a better understanding, I read, talked to participants, and even took a class myself. The yoga is called Avita Yoga and is different than any yoga class I had ever taken.
The Kaiut International website, stated, "It has been designed to work through chronic pain & injuries, general aches & stiffness, and work for the inflexible, hyper flexible and the aging body." As an educator about the negative impact our sedentary lives have on our bodies, this was a philosophy I could get behind.
My husband became a member of a local yoga studio called Yoga Loft here in Boulder where he began attending classes 3 times a week. After every class he came home and told me about the positions they did, and I would scratch my head and wonder how a few positions held for a long time were beneficial. But then I started to see a transition in my husband.
This 47 year old man who had always had a forward head position began standing taller. He had greater range of motion in his shoulders. His middle back pain that he complained of daily became a non-issue. In the past when he would lay flat on the ground, he couldn't stay there long without a pillow under his head. It always looked so uncomfortable for him, almost like his head was in a hole. After a few months of Avita Yoga, he could lay on the ground comfortably without a pillow.
One day my husband said, "Watch this." Then he proceeded to stand without shoes on and lift his toes several inches off the floor. At first I didn't understand the significance of this milestone. This was something I've always been able to do (as a hyper-flexible person), but it was something that Troy had never been able to do as long as he could remember. To me, it was proof that Avita Yoga was impacting the ligaments, fascia, and neuromuscular pathways between the brain and the joints. It was a breakthrough moment for me concerning the value of this yoga practice. Avita Yoga was halting the rigidity that comes with aging, and it was making my husband's body more supple and functional.
Now my husband is enrolled in teacher training. It's a year-long program taught by Francisco Kaiut himself. He still goes to class 3 days a week and practices at home. He continues to make improvements and hopes to teach his own students someday soon. This is the first Kaiut Yoga teacher training in Boulder which makes me extremely thankful to live here. New programs and products related to wellness tend to launch in Boulder because it is known as "ground zero" for wellness.
After every training event, I learn more about Kaiut Yoga from my husband. He reminds me often that Kaiut Yoga is about FEELING the sensations coming from the joints in the different positions. It's a mindful connection between the brain and the joint so that the natural intelligence of the human body can address any dysfunction. Participants who are both young and old can do this kind of yoga. It doesn't matter if they are overly tight or overly loose (like me). All body types and ages are finding new levels of body awareness and trusting gravity and the brain to correct joint imbalances.
The results speak for themselves with testimonials from long time yoga teachers finding rest and healing for their joints. Francisco's clients that have been with him for year regain and maintain movement in spite of aging.
Together, my husband and I hope to help spread the word about the benefits of Kaiut Yoga. I encourage you to find a class, open your mind, and give it a try. #
Winter is coming.
The first snow fell on brightly colored leaves this year. It surprised me because I hadn’t mentally prepared for winter to come, yet. This was my wakeup call to dig out hats and gloves and decide if we are going to get ski passes this year. It also triggered another wakeup call - a bigger, more important winter is coming someday. (No, it doesn’t involve white walkers.) The winter of our lives is coming in the form of old age, and I wonder if we are preparing for it?
While winter can be as beautiful as all the other seasons, people usually fear it because aging means pending death, possible sickness and pain, and lost independence. According to the CDC, there has been a major shift in the leading cause of death over the last century from infectious disease, to acute illness, and now to chronic disease and degenerative illness. They report that “Two out of every three older Americans have multiple chronic conditions.” Some of that is inevitable, but like Dr. Andrew Weil said at the recent International Council on Active Aging conference, the aging process can be separated from disease. Therefore, our goal shouldn't be anti-aging, but anti-diseasing.
Whether you are like my parents and quickly approaching your winter, or like my children whose winter seems far off, there are things you can do now to prepare. Just keep in mind that preparing for seasonal winter is different than preparing for the winter of life. Because nobody is getting out of this life alive, the goal is not to survive until spring, but rather to enjoy our winter with a body that still functions and is relatively free from chronic disease.
I know it’s hard to think about the pending winter in the midst of our spring or summer years. When we are young, our bodies are flexible, functional, and disease free. I watch my children and see strong, vibrant lives preparing to bear good fruit, and it's difficult to imagine that they won't always be this healthy. Most of us only start to contemplate our exit plan from this earth when we approach our autumn. Like brightly colored leaves, we shine with confidence and life experience during this stage, but we also begin to notice the slightest hint of brittleness around the edges. The culmination of inactivity, poor diet, and bad habits tend to show up in this season.
Here are 6 ways we can start today to prepare for the pending winter of our lives. We don't have to wait until we are near winter. The sooner we start, the better prepared we will be.
The pending winter of our lives does not have to mean pending disease. Instead, we can improve with time just like cheese, whiskey, and leftover chili. Winter is coming. Embrace it. Prepare for it. Welcome your winter with open arms and a warm heart. #
Click here to read the article I wrote for Varier's blog "Sit down. Move on." It is also posted on my LinkedIn feed. However, if you don't have time to read it, here are the main points:
Not only is this one of the lines to my favorite song right now, but this song is also the motto for my move to Boulder, CO - not so much because people are going to miss me, but rather because of this line:
"I've got a ticket for the long way round - the one with the prettiest of views. It's got mountains. It's got rivers. It's got sights to make you shiver, but it sure would be prettier with you." (Cups, by Anna Kendrick)
I, too, wish all my people could come with me because it would make the mountains and rivers of Colorado that much better.
This is a 20 year old dream of mine. When I was 22, I decided that Denver, CO was the place for me. Recently graduated from college with a Recreation Leadership degree, I figured Colorado was the place to find work, adventure, and people like me who liked to sleep outside and rock climb.
But - I couldn't do it. I couldn't move out there by myself. It took me 20 years to marry my husband and birth two beautiful children so I would have people to move to Colorado with...
Frozen is not just a popular Disney movie. It is also a condition that can affect your shoulder, especially if you are a woman between the ages of 40-70. (Medscape source) Frozen shoulder, or Adhesive Capsulitis, usually has a mysterious onset and causes considerable pain for a long time. Some suspected triggers are diabetes, menopause, systemic inflammation, or hormonal changes. It can last from 12 months to 2 1/2 years.
I am 42 and dealing with a frozen shoulder as I write this. The picture above is my shoulder x-ray that was taken last week at the orthopedic surgeon's office. Even though the joint looks fine from a structural point of view - it's not fine. I have been in all types of pain with very little range of motion in my arm. I cannot move my arm above my head, lift it out to the side, or do any internal or external rotation. That makes putting my hair in a ponytail awkward and painful. I can't hook my bra strap in the back. Even just putting my hand on my hip is impossible. Sometimes the pain is stabbing. Sometimes the pain is aching. Always the pain is stealing my daily joy of moving.
Because of my frozen shoulder, I was not able to go on a long-awaited canoe trip with my sister and our sons. I could not swim at the river this year. No more yoga. No more bike riding. No more moving my arm without fear.
When the pain started over 6 months ago I thought it would just go away on its own like most of my other middle-aged ailments do. But it didn't. The pain was almost unbearable at times. In the beginning, it hurt to do anything with my arm and the pain woke me up frequently at night. Little did I know, I was already in stage two of a frozen shoulder.
A frozen shoulder has four distinct phases:
Right now, I am in phase four...the thawing and final phase. In this stage I am able to start regaining some of the range of movement that I lost in the first three phases. The only pain I feel now is when I am purposely stretching my shoulder into the pain zones to eek out more degrees of movement. It will likely be several more months of therapy and working on it at home before I have full usage back.
The reason I am writing about my experience is because I waited too long to get help. I have a master's degree in kinesiology and knew about frozen shoulders, yet I still did not pick up on the initial symptoms of this syndrome. I certainly didn't take it seriously enough when I realized what it was. I thought I could recover quickly on my own. I had no idea that it would negatively impact my everyday life to the depth that it did.
I hope that you will read this and be able to recognize the symptoms to take action sooner than I did if it happens to you or to one of your clients. It is my hope that you won't have to go through this. Please listen to the advice of Dr. Vad from the Hospital for Special Surgery in NY:
If you have pain in your shoulder, and there was no specific injury, and the pain is getting worse, and you’re beginning to lose range of motion, you should get to a doctor immediately. If you feel you might have a frozen shoulder, don’t sit and wait—take charge.
The key to shortening the duration of each stage is to recognize the start of a frozen shoulder. Mine started as a result of an emergency hysterectomy I had while still living in Australia (I will write more on that later). I became septic which means I had systemic infection and inflammation. If you combine that with my sudden hormone change (removal of the ovaries) and 5 days in the hospital without moving my left arm very much because it was full of IV's, then it was the perfect storm for a frozen shoulder to set in.
My shoulder doctor, Tameem Yehyawi, MD, at Columbia Orthopedic Group said that seemingly unrelated events (like my abdominal surgery) can act like a match to initiate a frozen shoulder. There is also a 30-50% chance that it will happen in the other shoulder. If it does, I will be ready this time with my exercises, an anti-inflammatory diet, and my over-the-door pulley. (I will write more on my therapy regimen soon.)
As the title of this article mentions, I think there is evidence for Dr. Vad's statement below. Frozen shoulder appears to be a women's health issue. My case could be used to support his claim because I am a woman over 40 who went into surgical menopause, and my frozen shoulder set in almost immediately.
...it’s a ratio of 4 to 1, women to men...The Women’s Health Initiative has helped raise awareness around these important health issues affecting women after menopause...This condition should really be studied as a women’s issue. Dr. Vad, Hospital for Special Surgery, New York City
Bring on the studies and build the awareness. Please share this with women you know who have been complaining about shoulder pain. It is possible to shorten the severity and the duration of the frozen shoulder.
Be on the lookout for frozen shoulder if you have shoulder pain along with any of the risk factors below:
This was a lazy rainy day...so unusual for sunny Brisbane that we welcomed the dripping leaves and cloudy sky and spent the morning inside playing Lego and colouring. After lunch we decided to walk to the library during a break in the rain. Silas carried the bag of books, Morgan carried her baby doll, and we walked hand in hand enjoying the cooler breeze.
The library was about 2 blocks from our apartment so it was a perfect distance for me to go while (Aussies would say 'whilst') still recovering from surgery. We walked past the 7 Eleven on the corner. Then we passed the little Hamilton post office. Beyond that was the new retail construction site that was recently just a parking lot. We were always surprised how Brisbane had so much new construction going on with a dozen cranes on the skyline.
We crossed the street to get to the library, and that's when it started sprinkling. So we all ran to the safety of the library door, happy that we made it before getting soaked. The kids, familiar with this surprisingly small library, instantly spread out to stake their claim on books while I headed to see if the next book in my historical fiction series was available.
Twenty minutes later, we checked out and headed home, but it was still pouring. So what else was there to do but stop at the little corner restaurant and get baby chinos...and a couple slices of banana bread...with a mountain of whipped cream on top.
I had never heard of baby chinos before coming to Australia, but that may be because neither my husband or I are coffee drinkers. That is next to blasphemy in Australia because these Aussies take coffee culture to a whole new level. Sometimes you have to do as the Romans do and just embraced it. So we did.
In case you are like us and don't know, baby chinos are a tiny cup filled with the milk froth that would normally be in a cappuccino. It is like a little coffee without the coffee. Then they sprinkle the top with chocolate and serve with two marshmallows on the side. The Aussie marshmallows are different than what we have in the States, but the kids still ate them after several exploratory squeezes. At the end they were smiling with chocolate noses and powder-covered hands. Morgan was sure to thank the waitress after she introduced herself and told her that she was 5. Then, as if on queue, the rain stopped and the sun came out, so we headed home. Thank you, Australia, for another day of memories.
The arguing grew louder and louder from the back bedroom until it reached the 'now-I-have-to-get-up-and-intervene' level. When I walked in the room, I was confronted with two distinct approaches to life. His 8 year old face showed betrayal and hurt feelings, and the tears were brimming in his blue eyes. He looked like he wanted to sink away from the conflict and dissolve in a corner. In contrast, his little sister, almost 4 years younger and much smaller, was angry and ready to take on the whole world. She looked like she was growing bigger in stature by the second.
I was tempted to snap at them to get in bed and rhetorically ask, 'why can't you kids just get along?!'
But right before it came out of my mouth, I paused...speechless. I saw myself in him. How many times had I responded the same way? Fight back a little, but then run and hide when it gets too hard. Loud people frighten me and I immediately take a step backward. For several moments, I found myself staring at my son as if he was a mirror reflecting me.
Their little faces, distorted with emotion, were looking expectantly up at me.
Rather than "shoosh" them and rush them off to bed, I decided to get to the root of the problem. To their credit, getting along is normally one of their strengths. All day we over hear them making deals with each other to get what they both want. Maybe this time the bump in the road was just bigger than their negotiating skills could handle. Yes, rushing in and telling them to get in bed would be faster, but it would also let their default reactions get the best of them. So, my husband and I sat down on the floor and went through step-by-step who said what, why their feeling got hurt, and what they thought the resolution should be. One was in a ball hugging his knees rocking silently while the other one stood tall and told us with boldness how right she was. The longer we talked, the more he opened up and the more she calmed down until it became an even playing field.
We got to the bottom of the problem and all agreed that respecting one another's property was still a good rule to have.
We told them how great they normally do in playing fairly with each other and that we were happy to help them through this disagreement. As we were praising him for being a great big brother and role model for his sister, he began to glow.
But she didn't fight for attention or get jealous.
Instead, she came down to his level and inched up to his ball of knees and tried to snuggle him. The fight was over. The rule was true and agreed upon by everyone, and the right person was justified. Everyone understood that the time for blaming and fighting was over because the standard was identified and agreed upon. The result was reconnection and love.
I think I learned more than they did through this event.
I learned how to lose a fight. My 5 year old daughter was in the wrong, and she realized it with grace and an outpouring of love rather than bitterness or backlashing. How did she do so well with what I struggle to do when I find myself in a similar situation?
May I always remember to lose a fight like a 5 year old.
While my parents were visiting us in Australia, we headed up the Queensland coast to Cairns and the Great Barrier Reef for 5 days. Graciously, my parents offered to watch the kids on the last day there so Troy and I could hop on the ferry for a 45 minute boat ride to Fitzroy Island. The day trip started off beautifully. We enjoyed the breeze and the sun. There were no crying kids wanting a snack or needing to go potty. Then as we approached the island we saw a whale mother and her calf playing in the bay. The island itself was picture perfect. It was a small beach island with one resort and great boulders and snorkeling right off the beach.
We got our snorkel gear and headed to the beach. Within the first 5 minutes, I saw a woman come out of the water with her foot bleeding. I mentioned it to Troy and suggested that he take it slow through the coral. Within 2 minutes of my warning he tripped in the shallow water. His flipper flipped off his foot, and he nearly fell. Instead, he stepped hard on some coral which cut his foot in 4 places. Blood was dripping off of his foot, but he still wanted to snorkel. "Great," I thought "not only is he hurt, but now we are going to attract sharks."
cAfter snorkeling for about 30 minutes, we carefully made our way back to the beach and realized that Troy's foot was still dripping blood. So, we headed to the resort in search of first aid supplies. Once he was all patched up, we grabbed lunch, and headed to the beach on the other side of the island. It was about a 20 minute walk up and down a steep, rocky path. Breath-taking views, but not nice to Troy's foot. When we arrived, I was like a school-girl, wide-eyed and smiling from ear to ear. It was a dream come true for me. Huge smooth boulders partially submerged in crystal clear water with coral mounds scattered along a sandy bottom. I was wishing we had come here first. Maybe Troy would not have gotten cut.
By this time Troy's foot was really hurting, so I went snorkeling by myself while he took pictures. I could have stayed in all day, but we had a boat to catch back to Cairns in 45 minutes. So I climbed out of the water and took a few pictures of my own. I had a perfect idea for a shot, so I asked Troy to walk out on a rock to get a picture of him with the ocean in the background. On his second step onto the rock, his feet slipped out from under him and he fell flat on his back hard on the rock. It was a full body whiplash kind of fall. I was sure he had hit his head or broken a rib. But he got up without further injuries, just piping mad.
During the fall he lost his Crocs flip flops in the ocean. They were both floating in and out with the tide while he hobbled around on a cut foot trying to catch them. He would almost get one and then the tide would pull it back out. Just as he got out there, the tide would push the shoes into the shallows again. This went on for several repetitions while I sat helpless on top of a big rock. Just when I thought his head might spin in circles and fly off in frustration, both shoes simultaneously were flung out on dry land by an incoming wave. Finally, he could get his shoes on and protect his foot. That is when he checked his pockets and noticed that his iPhone was missing. A quick sprint back over to the rock he fell on revealed his iPhone still bobbing around in the ocean beside the rock. This was quickly turning into a really bad trip.
Yes, his phone was dead. We eventually found out that he lost everything on it. The corrosion from the salt water set in almost immediately and we could not recover any of his data or pictures. Defeated, we began our walk back to the boat. As we stepped onto the trail, my sunglasses fell off my head and landed on the ground. In almost the same second I stepped on them with a crunch. So, with a cut foot, sore body, dead phone, and broken sunglasses, we headed back. The day ended with a trip to the urgent care center for good measure.
I have concluded that we only think that we are young and able to have fun. The reality is that the 'slow down' our kids demand of us has actually protected us from ourselves. Left alone for a few hours, we almost self-destructed. I'm not sure we know how to function without them anymore.
Living in Australia this past year was the first time we had lived away from family since having children. I didn't realize this lack of family support would be such a hardship. We were used to grandparents and my sister a short walk or drive away. Since we homeschool, the kids were with one of us 24/7. If we wanted a night out, we took turns and went out alone while the other one stayed home with the kids. We made it for 9 months with no support, but by the time my parents came to see us in Australia, we were ready for some adult-only time.
The kids were ready for some Grammy and Papa time, too. We held them off for one night so my parents could recover from jet lag. But the kids were dying to spend the night in my parents' apartment, so we agreed that they could sleep up in their 17th floor apartment the second night. To understand the scenario I am about to describe, it is important to know that we have key fabs that we swipe to gain entrances to all doors and elevators (or 'lifts' as the Aussies call them) in our apartment building.
At their regular bedtime of 8:30pm, we took Silas and Morgan up the elevator to the 17th floor of the building where my parents were renting an Airbnb apartment for their 2 week visit. It was so convenient for us all to have our own space, but for them to be in the same building rather than a hotel off-site. We made their pallets on the floor of my parents' living room and the kids went to sleep easily. Troy and I were downstairs in our ground floor apartment.
At about 12:30am, Troy happened to still be awake and heard a light knock on the door. He opened it to find a dazed, lethargic Silas standing there. After a few questions, it was obvious that our 8 year old son was still asleep. Silas slowly woke up and began to cry because he didn't know how he got there. He didn't remember leaving my parents' 17th floor apartment, coming down the elevator, or knocking on our door on the ground floor. Without a key fab, he was able to come down the elevator by himself in a sleep walking state. Fortunately, Troy heard him. Otherwise, he would have been trapped in the lobby with no way to go back up the elevator or come around to the patio in the back without a key fab. The thought of what could have been if Troy hadn't heard Silas knock on the door - him alone, confused, and with nowhere to go trapped in the lobby all night - scared all of us.
About the time that we discovered Silas, my dad woke up in the apartment on the 17th floor and found an empty bed where Silas had been sleeping. The panic only lasted a few minutes before we were able to let him know Silas was safe and that his homing pigeon instincts kicked in during his sleep and brought him back to us. Morgan slept through the whole thing, but rest assured, when the lights went out for the second time that night, there was a chair wedged in front of the door in case she decided to take up sleep walking, too.
Here is our story about our hunt for the exotic and elusive wild platypus while we lived in Australia. This first part is from my husband's perspective. He wrote this recap to my parents the same evening. Since he rarely gets involved in the writing on this blog, I thought it would be fun to hear it first from his perspective. I elaborate a bit at the end.
After our hike to the Natural Bridge in Springbrook National Park, QLD, we took a left out of the parking lot to travel through the valley. Up ahead, I saw a sign for a camping location where you can rent out a log cabin. Inside the driveway, the owner approached us and we inquired about any other tourist sites in the area. He provided some brochures and then invited us to park and hike along a trail on the property down to a creek where platypus live. Naturally, this sparked everyone's excitement, except mine. I half-heartedly attempted to wait in the car knowing it was going to be a REAL hike. It was a rocky, slightly muddy, and a gradual descent down. You know that feeling you get when traveling down an unknown road and your gut tells you maybe you should turn around and go back? Well, that's how Stevyn and I were about 3/4 of the way down. Nevertheless, we persisted, only to be rewarded by the absence of platypus, Silas getting both shoes soaked, Stevyn's 'hitchhiker', and the best of all....Morgan had a breakdown. The poor little thing was dealing with a runny nose and was exhausted. She cried for every bit of twenty minutes and we almost needed to have her airlifted out. Fast forward 30 minutes down the road and Stevyn looks down at her hands to see they are covered in blood. "That's bizarre" she says, "I must have cut myself, but I don't feel any pain". She bled and bled until we reached the petrol station. I went in to the toilet and upon returning she got out to help the kids. That's when she noticed the fat leech squirming in her seat....and these are the days of our Australian lives. Troy"
While I love that we did this hike and have this memory, if I was faced with it again, I would not do it. The property owner told us it was a 700 meter walk down the trail to the platypus pond. Keep in mind that we are Americans which means that we had no concept of the metric system and how far 700 meters actually was. To me, it sounded exciting and romantic to see a platypus in the wild, and 700 meters couldn't be that far, right? So we went for it. Little did we know that 700 meters IS far on a trail so steep. Troy called it a "gradual descent" above, but he understated the grade. Check out the rope tied to the trees in the picture above. It was to help pull yourself up! It was steep, rocky, and full of tangled roots to trip over. Add a crying 5 year old and it is not a scene I want to repeat anytime soon. Plus, knowing what I know now about Australian snakes and other critters, I bet there are 30 things hidden in this picture that could have killed us instantly. (shiver) Fortunately, the only critter that got us was my leach.
I will admit that the stream and rock pool at the bottom of the ravine were exquisite (and probably peaceful if Morgan hadn't been crying). Unfortunately, it was either too early in the day to see the platypus since they tend to come out at dusk, or maybe Morgan's bellowing scared them off.
On the way home I found random blood all over my hands, and when I finally found the "cut" between my fingers, I was sure I had a blood disorder since it would not stop bleeding. Little did I know that it was just your friendly Australian LEACH! The picture below is the leach sitting in the seat of the car. Once it got full of my blood, it must have dropped off my hand and wanted a little snuggle time with me in the seat. I never even knew it was on my hand. YUCK! How did I get a leach if I didn't go in the water?
Even though we didn't get to see the elusive platypus, we did learn a piece of trivia during our research. The male platypus is venomous. The males have a spur on their hind leg that injects venom into its victim.
So here are my take aways from this adventure:
I don't really remember you as parents of small children. Yes, I know I lived under your care as a small child, but I only have the limited perspective from my 7 year old self. I don't know very many specifics of how you supported me, disciplined me, or what you fed me for lunch. There are a few snapshots that come to mind, but they are all from my childish viewpoint. As a parent of my own small children now, I wish I could remember you as a parent...from a parent's perspective.
You took me to a junk yard that sold used bikes so we could buy my first two-wheeler. I knew that the bike was a little beat up, but I still loved it. What I didn't know were your thoughts and feelings about getting the bike. Did you feel guilty that I didn't have a bike and that prompted you to go get one? Did you have to work extra hours to afford it? Did you have to come up with rules for riding the new bike in the neighborhood? Did I pester you to frustration asking you to help me learn to ride it over and over? Did you hurt your back holding onto the back of my seat and running alongside, cursing your decision to buy the bike? Did you fight to hold back the words "you ungrateful child" each time that I cried when you told me to come inside or to put the bike away?
When I broke the rules and left the yard, did you struggle with what punishment to hand out? Since I was normally the compliant child, did you consider letting it slide or did you come down hard on me as a warning for future behavior? Did you feel sorry for me and wish that you weren't the parent so you didn't have to be consistent with discipline? When I cried in remorse, did you secretly cry with me?
Lucky charms for breakfast and cold hotdogs for lunch were fine by me, but did you struggle with pre-planning meals or work long hours so you were too tired to cook? Did you stick to my bedtime or let me stay up too late just because you wanted to keep snuggling on the couch? You taught me to swim at an early age, but I couldn't write my own name for the longest time. Did you compare me to other children's milestones and feel proud or embarrassed, or were you confident in my progression despite the "norms?"
I didn't witness your struggle of being a parent. I'm sure it was there, but through my childish eyes, you always did the right thing. You always knew what to do. I never saw you cry in frustration or fall into bed exhausted at the end of the day. What did you try to remember to say to me every night when I went to bed, but forgot to say because you were at the end of your rope? How did you wake me in the morning? Was it calm and loving or rushed and stressed? Did you get enough sleep at night? Did you long for invitations to sleepovers so you could have an evening to yourself? Were you worried about my shyness, proud of the way I brushed my hair, or frustrated with the messiness of my room? How did you mediate our fights over who's turn it was to sit in the big chair and hold the channel-changer for the TV? I just don't know these details. I wish I did. My childhood felt perfect, safe, and loving. How did it feel to you, my parents? The way I parent my children doesn't always feel perfect, safe, or loving from my adult perspective. Will it to my children? Will the struggle be hidden from their memories, like it was from mine?
Despite all of the things that I wish I could remember, there are some parenting moments that I feel that I am still living as I watch you with my children...your grandchildren. I see how your patience outlasts my own when Silas talks about every detail of his dinosaur dream last night. I notice the openness you have for considering the wants and whims of the kids. Morgan won't drink her breakfast smoothie unless you move her arm up and down to 'pump' the shake into her body. Silas wants to wrestle...again. You are always there with a hug, a smile, and special surprises to make them feel loved. You pray for them without them knowing it. You ask to be a part of theirs lives and find little ways to connect with them. By loving them, you are loving me. By grandparenting them, you are still parenting me. But this time I will be able to remember the details. As an adult, it isn't the feeling of perfection, safety, or love that I treasure most from you. Instead, it is witnessing the struggle, through both failure and success, that I value most. At this stage in life, the parenting is indirect, but still relevant and powerful in equipping the next generation. Thank you for continuing to parent me by grandparenting my children.
To all the parents, young, old, grand, step, foster, and spiritual - share your struggles and successes, uncertainty and courage with the next generation. Leave a legacy of openness, growth, and transparency to those of us who will seek solace in your journey as we try to wanderwell through ours. ~ Stevyn
I just returned from my first vacation since arriving in Australia 8 months ago for work. My husband and I, along with our two young children, took two weeks off to visit Cairns and the Great Barrier Reef while my parents visited us from America. As I reflect upon this vacation, my previous suspicion that Americans have a very different view of vacation than Australians has validated. The 6 reasons below paint a picture of the very different attitudes I've witnessed about work and play of the people and employers in Australia compared to America.
1. Full-time employees get 4 weeks of paid vacation.
Australians don't get 4 weeks after they've worked at a job for a few years. They get 4 weeks from the very first year of permanent employment. In contrast, Americans typically get 2 weeks, but some American employees don't get any paid vacation. Because they have more paid leave, Australians will often take 2-4 weeks off at one time which means that they have more flexibility than Americans to become global travelers. I'm astonished at how many Australians have been to New Zealand, Bali, Hawaii, the United States, Europe, Thailand, Cambodia, Singapore, the Cook Islands, etc. Even more incredible is the number of young Australians in their early twenties who have traveled extensively. I met a young cashier at Target the other day who has been to America twice and is currently planning her third trip. People at the YMCA where I work are always going somewhere exotic, just like Bec and Alana below.
2. Employees are not expected to touch their email or phone while on vacation.
Vacation is seen their time. Others will pick up the slack while a colleague is away, or it will just get addressed upon return. Employees who are on vacation don't check their work email while they are on the beach in the South of France or sitting in a gondola in Italy. They completely sign off. While I was on vacation for these 2 weeks, I forgot all about work and it was such a freeing, restorative time for me. In America, I've been made to feel guilty for taking my vacation. I know other Americans who don't take their time off because they know it will put them too far behind or put a potential promotion in jeopardy.
3. Managers tell employees to schedule their vacation because it's good for them.
I don't know about you, but I have never had a boss in the States encourage me to schedule time off. I may have negotiated time off as part of my work package, but it was still looked at as a necessary evil from the employer's point of view. A general American sentiment seems to be "It doesn't matter if it's good for the employee, it's bad for business!" A general Australian sentiment is "What's good for the employee is good for business." The attitude starts at the top of an organization. My manager's manager told him he should schedule some more time away, and manager demonstrated the same attitude towards me. In fact, I can't find much evidence that even encourages working overtime in Australia. The 'work/life balance' concept is commonly referred to as an encouragement for employees to go home and spend time with their families.
4. Australians get paid extra while on vacation.
I'm still not clear why, but after talking to a variety of Australians and my human resources department, they confirmed that employees get paid at a higher rate while on annual leave. It feels a little like Australia is a kind 'father' giving his kids a little extra cash for their big date so they can be guaranteed a good time. (I'm sure it has nothing to do with the extremely high tax rates here.)
5. After a number of years in a certain position, Australians qualify for long-service leave.
The number of years may vary, but generally 6-10 years will earn an employee extended leave. Long service leave means employees are rewarded with a super long vacation AT FULL PAY for staying with a particular company. It is typically for 3 months at full pay or 6 months at half pay. The job is guaranteed to be there upon return. Australians use this time to tour the world. They don't just go to London for a week like Americans might do. They go to London, Paris, Rome, and Venice. They don't just go to LA or New York for a week. They TOUR the United States and go to more places than most Americans have been. Granted, they typically hit the big tourist spots and skip my home state of Missouri, but at least they have enough experience with America to know Missouri is somewhere in the middle. They use their long service leave to get married and go on two-month honeymoons, or they use it to start a business...all while getting paid. Most employers in the States would laugh someone out of the country if they asked for this perk. Perhaps pastors or university professors can get away with an occasional sabbatical, but it is not the norm for the typical employee. When I was 21, my college roommate and I backpacked through Europe for a month. We didn't know anyone else who was doing that at the time and 20 years later, I still don't run into many mainstream Americans who have had that kind of experience. In Australia, it's a common 'thing' for people to do. They want to travel the world before they settle down and start a family. This requires enough vacation time from work and enough money to finance the travel. Australians appear to have plenty of both.
6. Australian parents don't have to save up vacation time to stay home with their newborns.
Australians typically receive 3 months of maternity leave at full pay or 6 months at half pay. They can even take up to a year off and their job will be waiting for them when they come back. I get looks of disbelief when I tell friends in Australia that the standard maternity leave in the United States is 6 weeks, and that is only for the mother, and it may or may not be paid. They can't believe that daycare centers would actually take infants that small in full-time care or that parents would feel comfortable with it. All evidence points to Australians placing more value on a longer mother/child bonding period as well as a father/child bonding period...enough to finance it. They also don't circumcise their baby boys, but let's save that discussion for another blog post.
Is there something to learn from the Australians? Although, some American employers give their employees 4 weeks of vacation and a few give even more, paid time off, it certainly isn't the law as it is in Australia. Whether it should be law in America is debatable, but I think there is room to put more value on time away from work. Australian workers seem happier and more relaxed to me than their American counterparts. I encourage any American reading this to fight for your right to take time away from work. Vacation provides perspective, offers renewal, triggers creativity, and expands our horizons. Traveling puts our own cultures into clearer focus and teaches us that there are other ways of doing things. We will not only be better employees, but happier and more fulfilled version of ourselves. If you are an employer, consider the long term benefits of implementing more vacation time or even long service leave for your team. What's good for the employee might just be good for business, too.
Well done Australia. Travel on America. ~ Stevyn
In true Guinnip fashion, we waited until it was almost too late to go to the beach. It was Mother's Day, and Troy said the day was mine to spend as I wanted. The problem was that I didn't really know what I wanted to do. The weather predicted a cloudy day, but that was not proving to be the case. We should have figured this out by now, but it seems that Brisbane weather often calls for clouds or rain that rarely materialize. So, with a sunny day in front of us, I decided that stand up paddle boarding (SUP) is what I wanted to do. It was an hour drive north to the beach, so we packed a cooler, threw on our cossies (Aussie lingo for swimsuits) and hopped in the car.
During the ride north, we listened to a podcaster named James Altucher. He has a podcast called Ask Altucher. As with all podcasts, we eat the meat and spit out the bones. Sometimes we just like to be challenged in our thinking and try to imagine another way or option. This podcast happened to be about why a 401K is a scam, but that's for another discussion.
An hour later we arrived at the Noosa River that flows into the ocean at Noosa Beach on the Sunshine Coast of eastern Australia. It is a calm area perfect for water sports. So we ate lunch under a palm tree and then rented a kayak and a paddle board. I hopped on the SUP and the kids and Troy got in the kayak. The plan was to let the kids take turns riding on the front of the SUP, but not until I got some sea legs first.
Our goal was a sandy island in the middle of the river. It looked like it only became an island in low tide, so there wasn't much on the island except thousands of crab holes and a few mangrove trees. While Silas, Morgan, and I began exploring the area, Troy decided to give the SUP a try. A few minutes later, he was paddling up to us soaking wet. To our dismay, we all missed his fall.
Silas and Morgan both took their turns paddling the board around the shallows...until I saw something. It appeared to be an eel-type creature that was moving from crab hole to crab hole eating. We had never seen anything like it and didn't know if it was dangerous. I kept the children back at a safe distance, but we all wanted to watch it feed so we would lean in and then jump back as it got closer to us. This mixture of intense observation mixed with the fear of death went on for about 5 minutes until I bravely reached out to touch it with the paddle. It didn't move or change in any way. In fact, it suddenly looked strangely like a stick. After a few more pokes from my paddle, I lifted it out of the water and confirmed that it was not an eel-like creature feeding on crabs. It was a stick. To our credit, it was a hollow stick that appeared to be a root of a mangrove, so it made it float in a life-like manner with it's 'head' down in the sandy floor. Before you roll your eyes at our naivety, remember that we are a family from the tame Midwest of the US now living in the land of the most poisonous creatures on earth. This alone sets the scene for adventure everywhere we go.
We braved our way back through the killer, man-eating sticks, and returned safely to our car before heading to the ocean to play at the beach for a while. The kids hunted for pumice while Troy and I relaxed on the beach. Morgan had packed her bubbles, so with the setting sun, we chased iridescent bubbles as they danced along the beach. The light caught Morgan's silhouette and the bubbles just right, giving this mother a magical moment I won't forget.
The walk back to the car was almost in the dark. An owl swooped past us and perched on a branch, beyond which was a view of the bay that is forever etched in my mind. We tried to capture the beauty with a photo, but the light wouldn't allow it. From my mind's eye, I remember a single star in the orange sky and a single sailboat silhouette on the ocean. The waves were crashing against the rocks and white foam caught the last light. Troy and I both stopped and stared, breathless with the beauty we beheld. The scene provoked longing and emotion that is hard to put into words. Reluctantly we felt ourselves dragged away by whining children who were tired and hungry. Thus continues the delicate marriage of joy and struggle when traveling with children. Happy Mother's Day to all my kindred spirits who travel to places of beauty with their children in tow, whether it be the beaches of Australia or the backyards of the Midwest. - Stevyn
Finding a place to live has proven to be challenging. Cost, location, and availability are all factors, but at least Australia is an English-speaking country, so we don't have that added challenge.
The cost of living is reportedly about 20% higher in Australia compared to the United States, so we find ourselves comparing what we could get for the same money in the US. That's a discouraging game that I don't recommend. Couple that with the fact that cities are typically higher priced than the countryside or smaller towns. We are moving from a small town in the Midwest to a city the size of Chicago. That's two hits against us in the price category.
Let's talk location next. If we were moving to Chicago, I would have a fairly decent idea which part of the city I would want to rent an apartment. Even if I didn't, I would a least know someone who could point me in the right direction. Researching areas to live in Brisbane felt so far away while we were in the States. I only know 2 people in Brisbane and they tell me that all the areas are safe, so anywhere we pick will be fine. That's comforting to know that it is a safe city, but it doesn't help us narrow down the search. Like Chicago, there are little towns/neighborhoods in every direction. But in Brisbane, the names don't even sound like real places. Fortitude Valley (sounds like a spiritual journey), Kangaroo Point (isn't that a ride at Silver Dollar City?), Moorooka (sounds like the noise an antique car horn makes), Fig Tree Pocket (definitely need to name a children's book after that area), Indooroopilly (that's what I would name an indoor trampoline park), and we can't forget Wooloowin (that's just fun to say three times fast - try it).
Availability is also an issue. We have been using several websites to search furnished rental property. One is www.airbnb.com. Another is www.vrbo.com (vacation rentals by owner). Yet another is www.gumtree.com.au which is the Australian equivalent of Craigslist in the States. And finally www.aussiehousesitters.com.au. Already booked, too expensive, not enough bedrooms, too far from work, etc. The last website I mentioned is our most recent endeavor. Thanks to another one of Troy's discoveries online from another blogger, he suggested that we look at house sitting. I never would have thought about it, but it sounds like it has potential. Here is an example...a family from Brisbane is spending a month in England and needs someone to watch their house, get their mail, and feed/walk their family dog while they are away. If the location and dates fit, we could live rent free as a house sitter. Very tempting.
I will provide an update on living arrangements as more information becomes available.
We are finally settled in an apartment. We went from a hotel for a week, to a temporary Airbnb unit for 2 weeks, to an apartment. If I were to do it again, I would choose temporary housing for at least a month to allow more time to look for an apartment. 2 weeks wasn't enough and made us feel pressure to settle and just get in a place.
We must have toured 20 or more units until we finally narrowed it down to 2 units, both in the same suburb. Do we choose the larger one with a view or the smaller one with a better pool?
We ended up choosing the larger one with a view. But it was the wrong choice. After about a week of living there we started to regret our decision.
Since we are homeschooling the kids, there is a need to get out of the house daily. Since summer is hot in Brisbane, the pool was a big part of that 'something to do' plan. However, it was over the kids' heads, so they just wanted to hang on us the whole time. Not fun. Also, the view from our deck came with a wind tunnel. Yes, this had its advantages when hanging laundry out to dry, but it was impossible to enjoy any time out there. Everything blew away and our grill wouldn't even stay lit.
Even though we had a 6 month lease on the unit we began looking for something at the other place that we liked down the road. After 6 weeks we found the perfect unit on the ground floor next to the pool. However, we knew we would have to break our lease and lose some money if we wanted to make the move. In the end, we were able to break our lease, find a new renter for our unit, and secure the new unit for us in the other location. It all happened in less than a week. So we moved in and couldn't be happier. As I write this, I hear the kids playing outside on the patio which connects to the pool area. There is a hot tub (which isn't really that hot), so the kids have a place to swim even when it is too cool to swim in the big pool. The kids have made some friends, and we love that the whole area is very active and social.
We are finally 'home' in Australia.
Here is a 5 minute summary video of our first month in Australia.
We had our first home cooked meal tonight since we left home. Our new friends from the YMCA, Suz and Chris invited us over for BBQ. No, it wasn't 'shrimp on the barbie' but it was sausage and chicken and beef on the barbie. In Troy's words 'it was the best meal we've had since we arrived.' Potato casserole with bacon, slaw, salad, deviled eggs, and a double helping of Aussie culture.
We learned that they have mozzies after a rain. (Mosquitos). They are big Cricket fans. Every girl plays net ball (like basketball but without a backboard) at some point growing up. AFL (Australian Football League) is popular in Queensland (the state we live in). It is similar to our football, but they don't wear pads or helmets and they always kick the ball for a goal. The ball is a lot bigger, too.
For dessert we had pavlova, a traditional Aussie cake. I told our hosts that it was like eating a sweet cloud. Very light and fluffy. It was such a beautiful evening in a Brisbane suburb with new friends.
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