Living Life

A Strange Thing Happened on the Way to the Office

I got a new job.  Same place, just full-time and with benefits.  I wasn’t “in-house”… I had to interview for it; something I hadn’t done since 1980.  Thirty-five years.  I had to be myself; there was no chance to be a “better” me.  After all, they already know me there.  Me, in my weirdness.  Me, in my self. 

Why is it so hard for us to believe that people LIKE us?  Perhaps, even love us?  I am a good person.  I do good deeds.  I know in my heart that people genuinely care for me, like me.  So, WHY???  Does my brain second guess, wonder if it’s real, try to find a hidden meaning or agenda?? Did she say she was happy I got hired because she thinks I am “pliable”??  That I can be molded to fit her space?  Or…..is she really just happy for me, and thinks I will be fun and easy to work with?  That I will be a grand addition to the workplace?  I am going to go with my positive side and believe the latter. 

Because I AM positive.  I think it’s normal for us to doubt ourselves.  We don’t have to like it.  We don’t have to listen to that Doubting Thomas in our heads.  I like to tell that voice, “Well, that’s YOUR opinion, and you are entitled to it.  But….that is not how I feel.”  You see, that voice is NOT your friend.  Has that little voice ONE TIME told you that “You were freaking awesome back there, man!!!!”  “You are lookin’ good today!  Those polka dots look FABULOUS with that plaid!!!”  Has it ever once said, “The time is right….you are spot on….ask and you shall receive?”  More likely, that voice is in the back of your head, telling you that it’s NOT right, you are CRAZY if you think THAT’S ever going to happen……am I right?  Cuz, I’m doubting myself here!!!

I live my life in a positive manner.  I have downs.  I have days where I don’t feel very positive.  Generally speaking, I choose happiness.  I choose to not be a cynic.  I choose to LIKE my life, and…. I choose to surround myself with people who like their lives.  I go to my new position at my old workplace with the absolute KNOWLEDGE that I will make someone’s day better with my smile, a hug, a caring attitude, a quiet ear, or a good anecdote.

I suggest you try life my way!!

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A Separate Case for the In Case Ofs….

Vacations, trips….it’s a love/hate relationship.  Love to go, hate to pack.  Love the fantasy of “leisure time”, hate the reality of returning to real life.  You know, the old “reality sucks” syndrome.  So, I’m packing.  I can remember when, back in my younger days, I could grab a couple things, and be good for  week at a friend’s house.  Now, a camping trip requires an extra vehicle to haul the “necessities” with me.  I have a portable bbq AND a camp stove.  And, I need them both.  I live in the mountains, but this time, I am vacationing at the beach in Oregon.  The weather there is… at best… “iffy”.  It can be nice….IF the wind isn’t blowing, or IF it’s not foggy, or IF it’s not raining.  So, along with the things I WANT to wear at the beach, like a swim suit, a sun dress, some flipflops, I need to pack the things I (in all likelyhood) WILL be wearing….a rain poncho, a warm hat, a warm jacket for under the rain poncho.  Extra pants, extra shoes, extra socks.  So, that fills my suitcase.  Oh, wait a second… I don’t have my toiletries with me………….hahaha.  Here’s is where the separate case for the “In Case Ofs” comes in.  I need an entirely different suitcase for my IN CASE OFS!!  I need….sunscreen, IN CASE it shines, After Sun IN CASE I get too much of it, make-up (even tho it’s the BEACH and make up is RARELY required dress code there) IN CASE I go out to dinner, and then…there’s the medicine/supplement stuff…. I need something IN CASE I can’t poop. (Hey, it’s a vacation…nothing regular or normal about what you eat, or when you eat it.  Don’t TRY to deny it.) Conversly, I need something IN CASE I am pooping too much.  TMI??  I need something IN CASE my nose gets stuffy, I need something IN CASE my feet get dry, get cracked, get FUNGUS-Y, I need my lotions and ointments and special shampoos and conditioners for my special dry curly hair, AND…….. I need to pack some PATIENCE, some KINDNESS and some TOLERANCE……. just IN CASE I might need them.  Surely those will lighten my load!!

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Across My Kitchen Counter

Across my kitchen counter, I have solved the world’s problems.  Many, many times.  That counter has seen discussions on every topic imaginable….from births and deaths and all manner of things in between.  It’s not a pretty counter, it’s not big.  But, in addition to being able to hold all the foods for a holiday meal, it holds secrets and stories.  It has seen tears, heard the laughter of friends and grandkids, shared my morning coffee with me.

I imagine that most everyone has a kitchen counter, or something similar….say…a table.  That spot where communication actually happens.  Where you are safe.  Safe to say what you feel.  If you are seated at the counter, or table, you have been asked to stay awhile and share yourself.  It’s not the hurried chatter of people who have places to be and people to see.  It’s the honest words between humans who are really listening and reacting to each other.  We share our days, our dreams, our scary things, and our happy thoughts.  We search for answers to unasked questions and find amazing stories of other lives.  The kitchen counter nourishes a caring attitude.  It’s a surface for bouncing ideas.  I’ve seen people clean my kitchen counter while hashing out some issue.  It doesn’t bother me when that happens; they are that comfortable in my space.  That’s what it is, simply.  A comfort zone.  I use mine for family and friends every day.  Do you?

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Old Friends…..Memory Lane

I have some friends that I’ve know since elementary school.  In the last few years, I have been lucky enough to rekindle ….no, remake… a friendship with them.  They are grown-ups, like me, older, with hidden gray hairs and wrinkles.  It’s typical for women our age.  Yet, when I see them, or hear their voices, my mind takes me back to playground times and cafeteria terrors.  I see them as they were.  I see the way they move is still the same.  I see the way they move and look and act looks so much like the way their moms moved and looked and acted.  I have to smile, inside myself, as I know they must see my mom…. or in my case, perhaps my dad…. in me.  That’s not a bad thing.

I like having these friends; they have a grounding effect on me.  We lived the same things in school, some things wonderful, some things horrid, and we saw these incidents with different eyes.  They have given me insight to things I didn’t understand, and I think I have given that back to them. We have known the same people for many years.  We can dredge up a memory of a science field trip, or a county fair, and together we can GO there.  You can’t take a new friend on a 35 year old field trip.

I don’t live in the past, but I do enjoy a visit there fairly often.  Just to see if it’s still there!!  It’s nice to travel there with an old friend, one who knows those backroads you missed!4 days of beach time, 6-29-017

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