So, before I get into the blog entry, I have to give a nod to one of my favorite shows right now, Glee. I'm a total Gleek! Seriously this show is genius and without fail every single episode brings me to tears at some point. Yeah, I'm an uber girl, so sue me. In fact, I'm sitting here sobbing into my spaghetti squash and tomato sauce with quinoa in it (this is me eating healthy-take that new years resolutions, and thanks Sis for making it in the first place) trying to figure out how to sum up my day. Seriously?! How does this show do it every time?! Hold on, I need a tissue.
Okay, waterworks dried up. Now, where to start? Days like this are hard to describe. Yes, I thought about what to say here on the drive home. The thing about being a writer, or well being me, is that I don't even always need a keyboard or pen and paper in order to write. I think it all out in my head. I'm hoping this is just a sign of a true writer and not crazy. Right? Right.
So, For starters, because I work a four tens work schedule, Tuesdays are my Mondays. That should tell you something right off the bat. On top of that Tuesdays are the days we have a staff meeting. So, not only is Tuesday my Monday, but I go into it running behind on work.
So let me give you a quick run down of my day. I woke up, later than normal, because I still don't feel well. I skipped the gym because I still don't feel well either. (Thanks sinus infection). Got ready and went to work. Had staff meeting, had a second side meeting in which my role and my day off changed. I'll now have Friday's off instead of Mondays. It doesn't bother me so long as I still get my three day weekend. I had lunch with my friend and my boss, and then spent the rest of the day on the continued catch up that happens on Tuesdays. I left work and did some shopping and now I'm here letting you know about it. Aren't you excited?
Two things impacted me today. First, in the staff meeting this morning, one of my co-workers gave a presentation where she handed out cards printed with pictures she'd taken from her travels around the world. Pictures of places like Thailand and Cambodia. Inside she put words that we had all been asked earlier to describe each other anonamously. It was touching and insightful. To see the words that were used to describe me (unique, whimsical, logical, funny, flexible, happy, imaginative, sparkling, easy-going, witty) was humbling. I perpetually go through life thinking that no one has anything positive to say about me, and that if they ever do say anything positive about me then they're just being polite and nice. Wether they really meant those words or not, I'll never know and I don't care. I like those words and I will own them. Also, along with the words were the photos of all the places she'd been and to hear her stories about them. Amazing. She lived on her own in a country where she didn't know the language, couldn't read any signs or lables, nothing. She had to rely on other people, strangers.
The second thing that impacted me was the lunch with my friend and my boss. Our boss told us the story of a girl she met when she was young, who was poor, had seveeral children, and received some sort of aid from the government. Whenever this money came to her, a male friend of hers would inevitably show up, "spend the night" with her, and cut and run with the money. My boss of course couldn't understand, and nor could I at first, how a woman could so easily and almost willingly give up what little money she had that could provide for her and most of all her children. Then my boss told me that the woman told her one day that it was all worth it for just the few moments of feeling truly loved and wanted-whether it was real or not. Wow. Now that's the power of love... of wanting to be loved. It's something we all, at least me in any case, completely and fully understands. The greatest power in the world. The need to be loved will make you do things you never imagined you'd do. However, it's worth it to some to have those few minutes of fleeting joy, to feel wanted, needed, and simply... loved.
Today was full of ups and downs for me, so I apologize if this post is disjointed and incoherent in places. Today was just a total rollercoaster ride, which is ironic because I love to ride rollercoasters at amusement parks, but would rather they stay there and let my life take a bit more of an even road. Then again... that would be awfully boring.
Okay, waterworks dried up. Now, where to start? Days like this are hard to describe. Yes, I thought about what to say here on the drive home. The thing about being a writer, or well being me, is that I don't even always need a keyboard or pen and paper in order to write. I think it all out in my head. I'm hoping this is just a sign of a true writer and not crazy. Right? Right.
So, For starters, because I work a four tens work schedule, Tuesdays are my Mondays. That should tell you something right off the bat. On top of that Tuesdays are the days we have a staff meeting. So, not only is Tuesday my Monday, but I go into it running behind on work.
So let me give you a quick run down of my day. I woke up, later than normal, because I still don't feel well. I skipped the gym because I still don't feel well either. (Thanks sinus infection). Got ready and went to work. Had staff meeting, had a second side meeting in which my role and my day off changed. I'll now have Friday's off instead of Mondays. It doesn't bother me so long as I still get my three day weekend. I had lunch with my friend and my boss, and then spent the rest of the day on the continued catch up that happens on Tuesdays. I left work and did some shopping and now I'm here letting you know about it. Aren't you excited?
Two things impacted me today. First, in the staff meeting this morning, one of my co-workers gave a presentation where she handed out cards printed with pictures she'd taken from her travels around the world. Pictures of places like Thailand and Cambodia. Inside she put words that we had all been asked earlier to describe each other anonamously. It was touching and insightful. To see the words that were used to describe me (unique, whimsical, logical, funny, flexible, happy, imaginative, sparkling, easy-going, witty) was humbling. I perpetually go through life thinking that no one has anything positive to say about me, and that if they ever do say anything positive about me then they're just being polite and nice. Wether they really meant those words or not, I'll never know and I don't care. I like those words and I will own them. Also, along with the words were the photos of all the places she'd been and to hear her stories about them. Amazing. She lived on her own in a country where she didn't know the language, couldn't read any signs or lables, nothing. She had to rely on other people, strangers.
The second thing that impacted me was the lunch with my friend and my boss. Our boss told us the story of a girl she met when she was young, who was poor, had seveeral children, and received some sort of aid from the government. Whenever this money came to her, a male friend of hers would inevitably show up, "spend the night" with her, and cut and run with the money. My boss of course couldn't understand, and nor could I at first, how a woman could so easily and almost willingly give up what little money she had that could provide for her and most of all her children. Then my boss told me that the woman told her one day that it was all worth it for just the few moments of feeling truly loved and wanted-whether it was real or not. Wow. Now that's the power of love... of wanting to be loved. It's something we all, at least me in any case, completely and fully understands. The greatest power in the world. The need to be loved will make you do things you never imagined you'd do. However, it's worth it to some to have those few minutes of fleeting joy, to feel wanted, needed, and simply... loved.
Today was full of ups and downs for me, so I apologize if this post is disjointed and incoherent in places. Today was just a total rollercoaster ride, which is ironic because I love to ride rollercoasters at amusement parks, but would rather they stay there and let my life take a bit more of an even road. Then again... that would be awfully boring.