You know when you feel like you are carrying the weight of the whole world on your back? It isn’t a fun feeling and can really color everything in your life. I don’t want to get into the reasons, but I have felt like that for the past few months and it has definitely weighted me and my outlook down. There was a turnaround today and I feel like I lost 6.58 sextillion tons (yep, that’s how much the earth weighs – look it up) today. Even though the sun isn’t shining and it is pretty chilly out, I feel like spring/summer arrived.
Plus I have tickets to go see the Blue Man Group tonight – I am officially excited! Thankful I bought these the day they went on sale. It is a sold out show and we are seven rows from the front! WooHoo!!!!! I’m sure I will have more to say about this tomorrow.
I’ve been reflecting on a few things.
1. Don’t hold grudges. Forget the past and concentrate on today and the future.
2. Be sincere and honest. Don’t be a fake friend. Kissing someone on the cheek while stabbing them in the back is never acceptable.
3. Do everything with the highest integrity. When you look back and someone asks if you would do it differently, be able to say no because what you did was the right thing to do.
4. Remember, nobody knows what someone else is going through. The things that weigh on their mind.
5. Kindness and respect will never go out of style. Lavish both on those you come in contact with everyday.
6. Remember the three F’s. Faith. Family. Friends. Nothing is more important than those three things. Nothing.
7. Tolerance is not a bad word. It isn’t the same as acceptance. But it is filled with kindness and respect.
8. Be thankful for every single day. Even the seemingly bad ones.
I got home from work yesterday and stopped at the mailbox, as is my routine. There was a hand addressed envelope to me. I opened it up and it was a nice hand written note from Andra. Such a sweet gesture. I will treasure it.
But it got me to thinking. In the day of emails, texting and messaging, it seems that handwritten cards and notes have gone by the wayside. Now, I have horrible handwriting so nobody wants me to write them a letter I’m sure. But I always try and put a note in a card at least (even if the recipient can’t decipher my scribbles).
It meant that someone took time to actually write something and it is a heartfelt gesture. My card made me smile – as much for the gesture as the content. I’m thankful there are still people who value that.
It’s budget time of year for me. Ugh. I hate numbers. But at least I’ve started earlier this year and I think I’m in good shape. I have a meeting with my treasurer in the morning and board meeting on Thursday. We won’t even vote on the budget this week. So, yeah, I’m early. That’s good. But I still hate numbers. I’m just thankful I’m mostly done with it this year.
It was another gorgeous day today. It’s looking like rain tonight, but I’m loving the warmer weather.
Not much else going on. I’ve had my nose in work all day except for getting out for lunch. Boring me.
This was not a fast paced story with plot twists and turns. But it was a well written story with wonderful character development, from Helene to Reverend Mother Crewelman to Mother Adelli. The characters were rich and I truly felt like I was a part of their lives.
Not being Catholic, I didn’t really understand all the rules. But it didn’t matter. The story was so well told that nothing else mattered. I wanted to jump in and defend Mother Adelli on multiple occasions.
I recommend this book. It will pull you deep within the pages and leave you thinking when the last page is turned. Four out of five stars.
The best news ever today. My daughter was down at the police station with a line up from the mugging/attack she witnessed the other day. Doing her civic duty and the right thing. While she was there, she asked them if they had ever heard anything about her stolen Jeep. Lo and behold, they found it the day after it was stolen and just didn’t feel it was important enough to contact her – cops are idiots!
But the good news is that the only things missing from it were the catalytic converter and ignition. Her couture gowns, garment rack, Soren’s car seat – all still in there and untouched. The bad news is that the victim (my daughter) has been penalized and charged an exorbitant $250 to recover her own vehicle. I think this is just wrong and the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. But she has thousands of dollars of gowns and other clothes she has made.
I’m thrilled though (but now totally broke). Anybody want to buy a 1998 Jeep Cherokee without a catalytic converter or ignition?????
On another note, it was good to spend time with my dad again today. Then I went to see my uncle and aunt. I always love seeing them.
Today was a good day.
This is so me – I think I must join a group, but then that would take away from my reading time!
Warren has been retired for several years. But he has a couple part time jobs. One is driving for a car dealership picking up used cars or doing dealer trades. But he had been doing that so long that they asked him to coordinate all the drivers for them. He occasionally has weekend trips but has a hard time getting drivers.
I told him I could help him out and it would give me a life extra spending money. It’s only minimum wage though.
Anyway, I put in my application and today was my first trip. It was a dealer trade and I drove two brand new Equinox. Less than 100 miles on each of them when I started. I got up early because I didn’t want to lose my entire day off. I left at 6:20. It was a beautiful day for a drive. Got back into town at 2:30.
But then a trip to see my dad meant I didn’t get home until 4:30. By then it was pretty windy outside and had cooled off.
My plans of doing nothing this weekend haven’t really worked out. But that’s okay. It was a pretty drive. And I didn’t have to think or talk to anyone. Plus I made a few bucks.
I went over to my cousin’s house today. I do love her to pieces and am so glad they’ve moved here, although I still honestly don’t know why anyone would move here in purpose. Her brother (also my cousin, obviously) was here. I haven’t seen him in 40 years and then twice within about six months.
I was noticing how old he looked. Warren and I both commented later that he looked like he was close to 70. He is, in fact, only 58.
It just made me really thankful for my good genes. I’m 56 but hopefully I don’t look like I’m close to 70. Well, really, I hope I don’t look like I’m 56 either 😉