Family

I’m lucky as beans to have the one I got.  They are tremendous supporters, pointer-outers of wrong-doing (mine, too), and some of the wittiest, funniest people I know.  When times are good, they are my joy and when times are bad, they are my solace.

That’s all.  Happy Little Friday Eve!

New Day

I tried the bullet journal, and am awash in washi tape, colorful gel pens, and was still up at midnight doing work stuff and not anything I wrote down to do for me in my beautiful, beautiful journal.  Love you Bullet Journal–or the idea of you–but I’m not there yet.

Instead, I’m going to live it as it comes, not try to plan much beyond having a goal in mind and just taking steps to get there.  I’ll try to exercise more, but I’m not going to write it down.  I’ll try see others’ perspectives  more, but … well, what the hell am I going to do with all these voo-doo dolls?  I’ll try to be better at me and me with others.

To wit, this promise to my co-workers to not be that person who emails, prints out the email, walks to get the printed email off the printer, picks the printed email  up and walks it to the office/desk of the person to whom it was sent so  we discuss in interrupting-anything-else-you-were-doing-detail, the email that they haven’t even had a chance to read yet.   I can seriously not do that.  Ever.  Small victories.  See you at the printer.    Happy LFE!

 

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Urgh

It’s about to be LFE. But Not Sunday, and Terrible Tuesday were so horrible, I forgot all about it.

This, right here.  I said this in my head all day long, but the words out of my mouth were all, “Okay, right away.  Yep, I got this.”   My soul jumped out my body and punched me in the face just now for being stupid about prioritization.  Heard ya.  Got it.  Thanks for the reminder, because I was stuck.

Short life + big dreams = non-stop hustle.  You can’t hustle in your spare time.  You gotta hustle all day, every day.  And, not hustling for the man or the client or the whomever, but hustling so your soul doesn’t loose itself from your body and punch you in the face for not trying to make yourself as happy as you try to make everyone else.   Girl ….

monday

One Good, One Bad

So, finally got all the images from the Auntie Crafting Challenge uploaded.  Stay tuned for that story later this weekend.  That’s the good thing.

The bad thing was, I opened my work email today at 9:00am to see 179 unread emails.  A lot of them were Google Alerts, so no big.  But 10 of them were responses to the response a client sent me Friday night that I hadn’t yet seen.  And, those responses  were uplifting and supportive, but also … seriously… I read my emails from top down, so was confused as to why I got messages saying, “You got this” and “This isn’t the worst thing that’s happened”.  And then I got to the client email.

And because I believe for the most part that the universe, the old Gods and new, Gaia, whomever else, are invested in my happiness as a human being because it should lead to me making  a positive  difference in the world while I’m here, I decided to respond to that email with some truth.   I’m not a believer that you can just choose to be happy.

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I will caption this for PG-13 consumption:  Screw You.

I have tried that shizz  for days.  But, I do believe you can choose to make a situation into  a moment, respond to that moment, and move on in the eventual PURSUIT of happiness.

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As Elsa said, “Let it go!”

It takes practice, though, and I am a novice.  A green belt, at best.

So, I sent my response and closed down my work email for today.  I even set up an OOTO message that said I was too busy working to stop working on the stuff I’m working on to work on the stuff you’re emailing me about working on so SYR and have a nice Saturday.  (That’s how complicated that was.)  I’m still working, and listening to Season 3 of Penny Dreadful in the background, whereupon I heard this line of dialogue in the background:

 “Have you ever hated a man so much you wanted him to suffer alongside you for all your days so you could watch it?”

And I thought, “All day.”  That was just how I was feeling.  But the thing is, it takes so much energy to be angry.  I have other stuff I’d rather do.   And then, I thought about what holding on to that feeling meant for me and I remembered  words from #theamazinglarrycox and Chrissy Stroh, and how  how you never know what’s going on with folks down where the spirit meets the bone.  I know my colleagues in context.  But there are other issues, concerns, hopes and dreams that influence their reactions with me and the world, that I’ll never know.  So, instead of curling up until tomorrow and watching Penny Dreadful all day and being offended, I’m working  on a marketing plan to shut it down/set it on fire when it’s delivered next week.  I’m still keeping Penny rolling in the background though.

 

 

OOTO

Oh, my goodness gracious.  I am having an unprofessional moment right now, and I am afraid of what’s going to happen.

I just stopped myself from posting an OOTO message that says:

Thanks for your email because, if it weren’t for you, I’d have thought I WAS doing my best, and I’m sure your email was designed to get me there.  But, I didn’t read it.  Still,  I know what you would have said, and II’m so grateful for you and the gift of your insight.  So grateful, in fact, that  I’ll be away from my desk for the rest of my life while I figure out how to do all the things and not die/murder. Or, maybe do just one or two of the things that are important.  To me. If you’re receiving this email, you’re at most number three.  Good luck to ya!

But I did not. But I wanted to.  Bad.

Penland

It’s my dream of life to spend a week at Penland.  Because of folks like this:

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Click to view here.

Happy to see that Raw Craft series (with Anthony Bourdain!  Yay!) is back, too!

Hope

I was all set to write a stressful post this morning.  But, instead, this from SwissMiss re: happiness seemed like a better way to go:

 

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