I've been joking
lately that I'm living my life one fortune cookie at a time. Though that sounds rather "out
there," it really does seem to
depict the way things have played out lately.
I've taken on a few
new projects that have kept me a little busier than usual and it seems like
every time I set out to let the ideas flow onto the paper, as it were, that a phone rings or something else comes
across the desk that takes priority. My
notebook is full of ideas, and stories started as well as variety of blog posts
that I haven't gotten back to yet. Yeah,
sometimes life's like that.
I've always been somewhat of a quote
collector, a hobby that started back in
my early writing days and carried over into Scrapbooking and just
"stuck." There are often days
when my social media walls look like an array of bumper stickers showing things
that struck a chord in one fashion or another in the course of day. Sometimes they don't apply to anything going
on at the moment, but I share them
anyhow because I know others on my list that will enjoy them also. Some days
that little fortune cookie offering is the only thing I post on my page in a
day. At least it keeps my friends and
followers from texting or calling to make sure I haven't run away from
home. It's good to know they'd notice.
Though I don't tend
to talk about it much, I've had some personal challenges this year. I found myself frustrated because where I
normally position myself to find the sunny-side of life, I couldn't seem to
find one. I wanted to regroup and focus
on the road going forward but I just felt stuck. Deep breath girl, deep breath.. All things in
good time, right? Perhaps for a more
patient person -- I can be patient with so many things, but waiting for
something to arrive, someone to do something;
waiting has never been my strong suit.
A friend laughed at
me this week when I likened it to a game of Sims. You're plodding along the path and working on
the goals set forth for you in the game, then some wise acre picks you up and
plants you somewhere else in the game with no consideration for what you might
have been working on. I envision
maniacal laughter too -- but that's just my warped sense of humour shining
through.
I find as I get
older my tolerance for games and drama has lessened greatly. Things that used to just roll off and
disappear grate like nails on a chalk-board.
I have been heard often to quote the old adage - "The more people I
meet the more I like my dogs" on more than a few occasions. Though it seems a strange thing for a long
time people person to exclaim, it occurs to me that folks just don't have the
same level of courtesy and compassion that they once did.
Now, that's not to say that it doesn't exist; but we allow ourselves to get busy to the point that we don't have time to take care of ourselves properly, let alone remember the basic bits of common courtesy that our parents gave us in taking care of others and building relationships. Grown adults are saying and doing things that we wouldn't accept from our kids, and somewhere in there they don't see a problem.
We live our lives one text at a time, and e-mail rather than phone for speed's sake. Much of my family keeps in touch more in Farmville than they do in real life. Have we lost our personal touch?
In as much as I love
my work, and the adventures it takes me on,
I find myself equally excited for quiet days at home too. A chance to reconnect, regroup and reset
before getting back at it again. Perhaps
a sign of age, perhaps not - I can't be sure.
Long gone are the days where a timid girl wouldn't contribute to
controversial conversations because it might alienate on person or another and
life was so much better when everybody was happy. Perhaps it's just that I've been somewhat
spoiled to surround myself with loving, loyal and creative people and never had
a need for the drama. That's why God
created sarcasm, right?
Some days the days
are sunshine and roses, and others it's all about the life-sucking turkeys but
somehow we manage to get up each day and do it again. What some would call being a sucker for
punishment, I prefer to call determination.
I have a plan, and here we go!
Somehow through it
all, I'm still smiling.. It's either the promise of hope or
delirium. I'll let you be the judge of
that. :)
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