Well, its been a while. Ive actually been doing a lot of thinking lately. So here it comes:
After college, you tend to go through a mourning period. You miss your friends because most likely you can't just walk to the next room, down the street, or across the hall to find them. You have moved, and are now... prepare yourself....WORKING! This can come as quite the shock..where are the parties....the long afternoons where you would just sit and have a drink with your friends? You mean I actually have to do what I was taught in my four years of college???? Oh dear God.
This eventually settles down a bit, and you can ease (slowly now) into the working world. To your suprise, you might actually be good at your job and get promoted...that's always a strange feeling. You think yourself....self...have I got them all fooled! Or, wow, I really know what I'm doing and my superiors actually see this...how awesome. So, life continues on, you are now officially in the working world and start to get that this is how it is....
And then you hit that point....around year 28. Questions such as: This is going to be what I do the rest of my life??? Or, my boss is not as smart as I am, I should have her/his job! OR....get me out of here, I need a new job!
This is where I'm at. Ive worked as a nurse for 6 years now, in many different areas and let me tell you.....I'm ready to make a change. Funny thing about change is she's sneaky....she'll creep into your life and leave a pamphlet...yet the pamphlet of instructions is in Chinese, or French or Arabic (you get my point). So you know that you want to decode what the change is...but don't quite now where to start. Do I need to take another class, or get more experience..if only you could figure out what the change requires? I don't know where I'll be going...but I do now that I want it...
So here's to all of you that are looking for change..I'm right there with you. Take courage, be bold, and decipher that pamphlet!
Change is a comin
Here comes the sun.....wait what?
I have such a great day planned. One of my dearest friends, her boyfriend, my boyfriend and myself are, were, I mean, were going to the beach. Perfect idea for a Saturday right? Exactly what I'm thinking and am about to give myself a nice pat on the back when my lovely bf says, "what's the weather going to be like?"
Weather....well, sunny of course!....I've planned a beach day.
Oh, well I'll just check and make sure.
Beach arrival time: 11 am
Sun disappears and clouds arriving with a large green storm front with a huge red center directly over the planned beach adventure....check
.....wait what!
Helloooooo?!?!? Who said you can let it thunderstorm on MY beach day?? Let it rain during the work week but not TOday!
Ugh. I better go make a phone call...and maybe check the forecast like a responsible adult next time before making plans. Silly me for planning on sun :)
excuse me sir...have you seen my run?? (or T-Rex Shuffle)
I've heard of golfers losing their swing, swimmers losing their rhythm, writer's becoming blocked, and basketball players being "off" or "cold" during a game.
Well, I went running this morning and it felt really weird. Now that I think about it, the past couple times i've been running it hasn't felt like "my run". I used to feel a nice easy bounce with small steps and a sort of lightness to it. These past couple of times, however, I've felt like I've had the gracefulness of a T-Rex on an old 90s Norditrack. Grinding away with heavy steps, big legs, and whose seemingly little arms are scurrying to keep up with this awkard pace.
Which then brings me to the question....could I have lost my run?
I then brought my T-Rex shuffle to a slower version....made a few adjustments..and kept running. I focused on my Ipod playing Diane Birch's Valentino...(awesome by the way) and somehow..started to feel more like me! Did I just...wait, yes, I do believe I did...found my run!
My Jurassic days are over :)
Where are my pancakes??
Mornings are always interesting at my apartment. I ususally try to workout...but sleep in and then rush to the gym or cut time off my run. (Ha, well, who am I kidding, I don't REALLY cut time off my run b/c they're so short anyways, but let's just believe I do.) Anyways...
Today I slept in, went for a jog and by the way...its Gorgeous outside! Breezy, sunny, with just enough shade from the trees so I don't have to wear sunglasses and sweat like crazy. Came back, showered and yes..time for breakfast.
Cheerios and strawberries. yumm but...is that all? Where is my mom with fresh fruit and pancakes? Why isn't my dad frying baking and scrambling my eggs in the kitchen? Hmm, do you think my landlord could use the empty space in the laundry room and become a short order morning chef? I'll have two eggs, bacon and a pancake with the sugary maple syrup please!
No??? Cereal it is...but maybe i'll run the idea by my landlord and see what he thinks :)
What's important to me? What reaches the heart of my being?
These are questions that I started to ask myself when thinking about a new career. I work in health care, but sometimes feel that we really aren't health advocates. Health, to me, is taking care of the entire person, not just their physical symptoms. It's about looking at them, who they are, what their story is, and helping to begin healing their emotional and spiritual selves, in addition to their illness. This isn't done enough.
I used to feel that my work had to be my passion in life....and then I started working. Passion, and work? Hmmmmm, that isn't exactly the right combination is it? For some, maybe it is. But for me, that hasn't been the case. I'd like to get back to the idealistic college student who was going to "Save the world". I thought I was going to travel to 3rd world countries and live like the medicine woman. Or something to that effect anyway. I don't know....something pulls at me when I see the commercial for TOM shoes when one of the employees gets a kiss and hug from some little child he just gave a pair of shoes too. Silly, maybe. Beautiful, exactly.
So TOM...if you're reading, not only am I willing to give away your shoes to little children, I'll even throw in some nursing care and education.
Reconnection
After having an amazing conversation with one of my closest friends...I've decided to take this day, at this time, for me.
I don't think I do this enough. I might say that, "Don't you know it's all about me" in a joking manner, but I never truly mean it.
So, this July 5th...is my independence day. I plan on doing whatever I need to do to reconnect to the self that I love most. I'm dedicating this day to me, and will choose to savor every last minute of sunshine God brings this girl today.
Pink and yellow rain gear
On a day like today:
I wish I had woke up from a restful night of sleep and found it to be Satuday morning.
On a day like today:
It would have been great to finish my wonderful bowl of Coco pebbles (gotta love the chocolate milk effect) and bring it to a sink where there was a dishwasher, in place of my two hands and their side kick Mr. Palmolive.
On a day like today:
I could have done without the invention of robots that are now able to capture me speeding to work so that I don't get in trouble with my oh-so-not-understanding Mr. Boss man....I could have told the robot that I am going to save lives and help the needy and bring about world peace so please please please don't give me a ticket! But unfortunaltey, I didnt even know there was a robot and I'm sure he doesn't care about where I'm going or what I'm going to do...he just wants to take MY MONEY!
On a day like today:
I wish I was small and looked at a rainy summer day as a chance to watch cartoons inside all day with a side of disny movies and popcorn or play in my yellow and pink rain gear.
But today is today, and instead of wishing for a morning mulligan...I guess i'll go get ready for work and dream of pink and yellow rain gear.
I wish I had woke up from a restful night of sleep and found it to be Satuday morning.
On a day like today:
It would have been great to finish my wonderful bowl of Coco pebbles (gotta love the chocolate milk effect) and bring it to a sink where there was a dishwasher, in place of my two hands and their side kick Mr. Palmolive.
On a day like today:
I could have done without the invention of robots that are now able to capture me speeding to work so that I don't get in trouble with my oh-so-not-understanding Mr. Boss man....I could have told the robot that I am going to save lives and help the needy and bring about world peace so please please please don't give me a ticket! But unfortunaltey, I didnt even know there was a robot and I'm sure he doesn't care about where I'm going or what I'm going to do...he just wants to take MY MONEY!
On a day like today:
I wish I was small and looked at a rainy summer day as a chance to watch cartoons inside all day with a side of disny movies and popcorn or play in my yellow and pink rain gear.
But today is today, and instead of wishing for a morning mulligan...I guess i'll go get ready for work and dream of pink and yellow rain gear.
A Burrito, My stomach, and Chinatown
Let's just say that this wasn't a comfortable situation.....
My boyfriend and I finished a great mexican meal in SanFrancisco and decided to take a self guided walking tour. No maps, no real plan, just exploring what this great city has to offer on our vacation. We started entering into Chinatown and was completely amazed with the amount of shops, and people and street markets. We went into a few places just to explore...and while we were looking at backpacks...which my boyfriend did buy, ya know, the one shoulder backslung bag...kinda cool and comfortable...well, while were purchasing the great steal of a bag my stomach began to, shall I say, gurgle.
"Don't panic" I told myself, maybe you just need to walk it off.
After a few more minutes of attempting to "walk it off" the gurgling only intensified and was joined by moments of extreme body heat, panic, and feelings of oh dear god. Now, let me just paint the picture. My boyfriend and I weren't at the stage of sharing such things like this. We're on vacation....in CHINAtown....no bathrooms insight. There is nooo way I can make it up another crazy hill or 5 to make it to a restaurant where they have bathrooms. So, with rosy cheeks, probably some perspiration on my forehead I turn to my boyfriend and say, "We need...to find...a bathroom now".
We looked across the narrow street....there was a restaurant with at least seven full chickens hanging by their necks from the ceiling with rope in the window. He stops and says, "You're going in there?" I didn't even have time to answer. I walk through, EVERYONE stops what thy're doing to look at me, plates of food everywhere (its the kind of family style where you go pick what you want and then pay for it afteward or something..didn't really have time to investigate). I walk past the kitchen where the men just look at me confused, and find a small one person bathroom...SALVATION! I close the door, lock it...and someone knocks....you've GOT to be KIDDING me! I loudly say, "be out in a minute"....a minute, ha!
Well, after a few minutes, I exit, smile at the lady who wasn't patiently waiting because I believe she knocked at least one another time, (I mean seriously, can't a girl get a lil privacy!?) and left that whole crazy experience behind me.
SOOO....you're probably asking...why are you telling me this embarassing story? Well, my advice is this: carry a map, skip the burrito if you can resist, and if you can't, always know where the nearest bathroom is at all times...or you'll wind up in some small restaurant bathroom with dead chickens hanging from the ceiling and a large lady pounding on your door!
My boyfriend and I finished a great mexican meal in SanFrancisco and decided to take a self guided walking tour. No maps, no real plan, just exploring what this great city has to offer on our vacation. We started entering into Chinatown and was completely amazed with the amount of shops, and people and street markets. We went into a few places just to explore...and while we were looking at backpacks...which my boyfriend did buy, ya know, the one shoulder backslung bag...kinda cool and comfortable...well, while were purchasing the great steal of a bag my stomach began to, shall I say, gurgle.
"Don't panic" I told myself, maybe you just need to walk it off.After a few more minutes of attempting to "walk it off" the gurgling only intensified and was joined by moments of extreme body heat, panic, and feelings of oh dear god. Now, let me just paint the picture. My boyfriend and I weren't at the stage of sharing such things like this. We're on vacation....in CHINAtown....no bathrooms insight. There is nooo way I can make it up another crazy hill or 5 to make it to a restaurant where they have bathrooms. So, with rosy cheeks, probably some perspiration on my forehead I turn to my boyfriend and say, "We need...to find...a bathroom now".
We looked across the narrow street....there was a restaurant with at least seven full chickens hanging by their necks from the ceiling with rope in the window. He stops and says, "You're going in there?" I didn't even have time to answer. I walk through, EVERYONE stops what thy're doing to look at me, plates of food everywhere (its the kind of family style where you go pick what you want and then pay for it afteward or something..didn't really have time to investigate). I walk past the kitchen where the men just look at me confused, and find a small one person bathroom...SALVATION! I close the door, lock it...and someone knocks....you've GOT to be KIDDING me! I loudly say, "be out in a minute"....a minute, ha!
Well, after a few minutes, I exit, smile at the lady who wasn't patiently waiting because I believe she knocked at least one another time, (I mean seriously, can't a girl get a lil privacy!?) and left that whole crazy experience behind me.
SOOO....you're probably asking...why are you telling me this embarassing story? Well, my advice is this: carry a map, skip the burrito if you can resist, and if you can't, always know where the nearest bathroom is at all times...or you'll wind up in some small restaurant bathroom with dead chickens hanging from the ceiling and a large lady pounding on your door!
Monster spa day
Ahhhh. My wonderful boyfriend bought me a day at the spa..facial and massage because he said that I deserved it and wouldn't do it for myself. What a great man right?! Just love him. So all week at work I'm looking foward to Saturday, the day of pampering and where its all about me :) What girls doesn't love that?
Saturday comes and I gather my things, paint my toenails and make them pretty for the massage lady. I mean, I could have ignored this minor detail but I figured since I'll be lying naked infront of a stranger with nothing but a towel covering you know where, I might at least feel confident that my feet look cute. Ok, back to the day.
I'm on my way, directions in hand and my eye starts to water....really badly. I try to rotate my contact in my eye thinking that's all it needs. Now its burning and I can barely open my left eye...ouch! How can I drive with this distraction? I go to take it out and the stupid thing has ripped in my eye! You gotta be kidding me! Stupid contact!
I make it to the spa, walking in with one good eye and can really barely see. I get a facial, which is great and she says my skin looks amazing. She hands me a mirror and, of course I can't really SEE how I look because the room is dark and I have only one good eye. The massage therapist was next. She was wonderful. She used lotions and oils to soften and soothe my skin. She did my neck and head last....that's right...my head. She touched her oily hands all over my head and massaged that grease into my hair! UGH! So Im stumbling out of the dark room into a spa/salon full of customers with shiny skin, oily crazy hair and one good eye..fumbling the whole time to get out of there without stepping on anyone! I felt like Frankenstein holding my arms out with crazy wild hair! I tried not to look at the customers reactions..but I knew they were looking at this crazy one eyed messy haired dishelved woman attempting to leave the salon.
My advice, wear glasses, tell them not to touch your hair, and make an early appointment!
Saturday comes and I gather my things, paint my toenails and make them pretty for the massage lady. I mean, I could have ignored this minor detail but I figured since I'll be lying naked infront of a stranger with nothing but a towel covering you know where, I might at least feel confident that my feet look cute. Ok, back to the day.
I'm on my way, directions in hand and my eye starts to water....really badly. I try to rotate my contact in my eye thinking that's all it needs. Now its burning and I can barely open my left eye...ouch! How can I drive with this distraction? I go to take it out and the stupid thing has ripped in my eye! You gotta be kidding me! Stupid contact!
I make it to the spa, walking in with one good eye and can really barely see. I get a facial, which is great and she says my skin looks amazing. She hands me a mirror and, of course I can't really SEE how I look because the room is dark and I have only one good eye. The massage therapist was next. She was wonderful. She used lotions and oils to soften and soothe my skin. She did my neck and head last....that's right...my head. She touched her oily hands all over my head and massaged that grease into my hair! UGH! So Im stumbling out of the dark room into a spa/salon full of customers with shiny skin, oily crazy hair and one good eye..fumbling the whole time to get out of there without stepping on anyone! I felt like Frankenstein holding my arms out with crazy wild hair! I tried not to look at the customers reactions..but I knew they were looking at this crazy one eyed messy haired dishelved woman attempting to leave the salon.
My advice, wear glasses, tell them not to touch your hair, and make an early appointment!
Inner Referee and escapism
I really believe in escapism...(to a certain extent that is). Everyone needs to step outside and away from their lives to just be with themselves. It's not running away from life, situational issues, or problems, its simply stepping back and doing what you need to do at that moment. Think of it more as a time-out for yourself from the busy game of life.
People can get so wrapped up in deadlines, timelines, schedules, and meetings that somewhere along the line their life seems run by others. This is when your inner referee needs to take control and throw a flag, putting you in a penalty box of your atmospheric choice.
My escape is the outdoors...specifically the woods and the lake. It calls to my soul, what can I say. So...today...on this beautiful Sunday....I'm escaping.
Enjoy the day..
Til then,
Sincerely, me
What I really meant was...
Thoughts on mind reading....
Why is it that mind reading is only available to the superheroes? I mean, isn't that kind of prejudice? If something is good, everyone should have access to it. Think of the possibilities of men and women understanding eachother and never having to say..."I didn't know that's what you meant...I'm not a mind reader!"
It would completely REVAMP the whole men are from mars women are from venus...which, to be honest, I really never did read but am guessing it has to do with the immense differences between the two. With mind reading powers, however, women would think one thing, mean the other, and the man would just know what she really meant. Issues such as: the grass being cut, the dishwasher being emptied, kids ready for bed, how do I look (and yes, there is only one right answer), company coming at 8 and you need to be help me set up and be ready by 7:30 because you know your mother comes early and I can't have the house a mess...would be taken care of without question or hesitation based on uncertainty.
Now, that's completely speculation because I'm not married and don't have any children. But, i'm sure young single women have similar issues with communication; and since they haven't found a way to make this possible...we'll just have to stick with communication...which, as you know...is a work in progress :)
Til then..
Sincerely, me
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This blog was created for everyone. Who doesn't need some advice about dating, relationships, work issues, family issues every once in awhile? That's why I have created this space where people can come and find another opinion that isn't involved in their situation. Everyone needs an outside voice, and here is yours...you need this advice :)
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