On Mondays, I wonder where the weekend went.
Today, I wonder where this year went.
Wasn’t yesterday Easter?
This year is whizzing past me at record speed.
Me, last year. My professional photo for my dream job.
Confidant, happy, fit, sassy (photoshopped kindly by my photographer)….ready to run and succeed. I had two job offers at once, and was overwhelmed at the choice to make. I made the wrong choice. Looking back with regrets, I slap myself to look forward. Those days are behind me, and what’s done is done.
Sweaty, bug bit, no makeup, but happy. Looking to start over again professionally, but allowing myself the time to do it right this time? Is there such a thing as ‘doing it right?’ It’s such a leap of faith to go out and put yourself on the line again. Do I really want to be part of a ‘ground breaking team’? Ground breaking is damned hard work. It’s a marathon, it’s messy, its frustrating…..and I’m beginning to wonder if my marathon days are behind me? I’m looking at three companies. All would require me to use my contacts, my reputation, and my work ethic to make money for them……What if I change my story?
What if I take the rest of the year off, build up my skills in a new area? What if I change the way I start over, and not run back to what I know? If I have to start over anyway….why not change my story?
It’s amazing how a year can turn everything, upside down.
Today, I’m grateful for the time to think, the resources to teach me how to think better, and time to make the right choice. Eanie, Meanie, Miney, Moe…..ME!
Maybe it’s time for me to realize it’s OK to choose Me.
Jesus help me. Amen.
Yesterday was such a funny day.
Traveling is never reliable, things go wrong. Flights get cancelled. Tornados decide to hover over the airport.
We shuffled off the plane. We went to the Tornado shelter. We waited.
There was a calm to everyone. I was really amazed at how efficiently everyone in our Terminal made their way up and down the stairs to the basement. There wasn’t a lot of places to sit, and the basement was filthy, gross, dirty. But we hung out and chatted amongst ourselves.
When it came time to return to the surface, we all made our way out at a really nice clip.
It took quite a bit to get back on the plane. On Southwest Airlines, you get a boarding number to line up, then it’s open seating on the plane. Everyone left their bags on the plane, and were going back to their same seats. But, we all lined up in our same places, we got back on the plane and sat for another 20 minutes.
6 folks on the flight would miss their connections, so we waited while they made the decision to go on, or get off the plane. No one got off.
The pilot made the announcement that air traffic control had re-routed us to make up time. Things were looking good.
We got a free “cocktail”. I had my drink coupon ready, I was ready for a glass of wine. I had spent all day in interviews, so the delays to me were a funny sign to just “lighten up”.
Three ladies to my left were working together to help another lady who would miss her connection make a hotel reservation and navigate the airport.
The flight attendants were really awesome.
When we got to Houston, and it looked like we were finished with our journey…..there had been a big rain and high winds in Houston, which delayed the outbound flights. We sat on the Tarmac for another 20 minutes until a gate opened up.
Some things are just not in your control, like tornados. Getting upset over delays is self defeating. I was in awe over the way the people around me flowed through the delays, drama, and inconvenience.
I got to witness kindest, receive kindness, and extend kindness. It was a pretty cool journey in all.
I’m grateful for the new friends I made yesterday. If it hadn’t been for the Tornado, I wouldn’t have met them.
A first for me in all the time I’ve traveled.
It’s a lively and friendly crowd. Even though it’s hot and stuffy in this shelter.
We are all huddled in the stair well, listening to the hail, and the National Weather Service Warnings.
It will be a fun story to tell the family when I get home.
I’m very grateful we could deplane and aren’t stuck on the Tarmac.
its been a whirlwind 10 days, and I have 1 more trip to make.
Just wanted you to remember
When the monsters of my mind rear up and cloud my thoughts, ready to rain all over my dreams…..I remember that I have control over my thoughts, and I concentrate on what I’m grateful for.
I’m really dry for writing, so I thought I would do some clean up on my admin site.
Going through the spam after my Latrine story, here were some of the funnier spam features:
Submitted on 2015/08/01 at 12:55 am
I’m a landlord and I am shocked that your landlord thinks he can get away with sticking this on you.
Submitted on 2015/08/01 at 1:31 pm
Arrow is moving, you have a leak.
Submitted on 2015/08/01 at 10:43 am
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Submitted on 2015/07/30 at 12:57 pm
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I think my favorite was the “donate” button comment. Would anyone like to Donate to help me build a toilette on our property before we put the septic system in, or the buildings?
Spam I am, and there you have it folks.
I got hit with this question from two different sources in one day. Repeated messages tend to get my attention.
This makes sense to me, as I have been drained. Not just of physical energy, but mental and emotional energy too.
We worked in the heat again this weekend. I knew I was whipped when I thanked my husband, and was supremely grateful for the makeshift “potty”….Aka Latrine he built using a toilette seat, landscape timbers, and cinder blocks over a deep hole in the ground. He did a tent- like privacy cover using a blue tarp. This city girl has come a long, long way. The frogs jumping in and out of the cement water trough a few feet away…didn’t even phase me. I almost took a picture of it I was so thankful…..I’ve come a very long way, indeed.
When I got home late Sunday night I said a long prayer of thanksgiving for hot running water, a toilette that flushes, air conditioning, and my bed.
Monday was a long day of interviews and research into the prospective employers, Zumba, grocery shopping, cooking, walking the neglected dogs, and an online seminar.
Today, I’m drained. I’ve spent myself fully. All of the physical, emotional, intellectual reserves I thought I had are used up, drained and gone.
So for me, it’s time to unplug. With the last of my creativity, I wanted to post something encouraging. We all face times when we have to fill our tanks. We are most effective when we operate out of our overflow.
If any of you are finding yourselves drained, please share how you recharge, how you care for yourself to make sure you are operating at your best. What works for you?
Until I return, be good to yourself and to each other!