Some of the most life-changing things occur so suddenly – out of the blue there is a drastic turn of events and things are instantly not what they were before. The separation is created: what was before, and what came after. These life altering events are not planned. Rather, they come on an otherwise subdued Tuesday evening.
I got a promotion today. It was not given to me, it was hard-earned. Two interviews and two time-crunched projects later, and I am at the start of a new position in operations management.
If I am being honest, I am excited and slightly terrified.
Most of us have had the experience of working for a bad boss or alongside the WORST group of co-workers.
For various reasons, you may find yourself surrounded with people who feel threatened by others’ success, folks who get drunk on power, or leadership that gets so wrapped up in details that they forget to plan for the bigger picture. Lack of developing staff, lack of support, lack of resources. Lack of talent, lack of communication, lack of growth. Bad, bad, bad situations.
Been there, got the t-shirt.
Exercise. Ugh. Such a love hate relationship we have developed over my life thus far.
When depressed, it is the last thing I want to do. And the thing I most need. It can be so hard to break the cycle of feeling blah by doing something that is not always fun and exhausting in the short-term, even if it produces energizing results in the long term.
I have a threenager and a seven year old, both boys. They fight – A LOT. They’re also sweet and loving at times, they share toys most days, and they protect each other. Did I mention they fight a lot, though?
Today while driving home from the store, we passed down our familiar country roads. That’s when I saw it. One baby cow, outside of her broken fence, grazing along the side of the road.
Do I enjoy having my shit together? Absolutely. Is it a facade more than half the time? Definitely.
Pardon the rant tonight, fair warning you guys. For the love of all that is good in the world, SEND ME SOME PATIENCE TODAY… PLEASE!?
Clutter. It is my mortal enemy, and yet it seems to creep back into even the most organized of our lives, doesn’t it?
I try to wipe down the countertops every night, clearing them to at least trick my brain into believing that I have some sort of control over the chaos that is currently living with two littles. It works, until I have to find something in the bottom of a junk drawer and I come to face to face with all of the crap I have thrown there over the past several months. This always summons the purge.
I see my grandpa, but he is not really there.
I can hold his hand and touch his warm forehead.
I can give him comfort, but he cannot return the favor.
Sometimes he knows me and my children.
Other times, he asks when I will graduate high school.