I thought long and hard about the new year and what I wanted it to mean to me...I reflected on the efforts I'd taken in 2010 to meet the changes in my life with hope and optimism and I both congratulated my successes and acknowledged the ongoing opportunities...places where I'd fallen short. I felt that what I really wanted to acquire was wisdom to be a person truly qualified to make a decent attempt at raising two children as a single parent- and that the source for that type of wisdom needed a shift in focus. I even gave the year a theme, "Self improvement through self awareness." What I decided to do is volunteer with an organization called Family Eldercare. I will be paired up with someone and visit that person twice a month - maybe helping with financial things like bill pay- or read to that person, maybe sing, maybe arts and crafts. We'll meet and then decide.
Just wanted to let you know one little thing about what is going on with me.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Honey Creek State Natural Area
I ventured out of town for a guided tour of the Honey Creek State Natural Area, a secluded area within the Guadalupe State Park grounds. I left Austin with the rising sun and the drive was absolutely gorgeous. I arrived at the park about eighty minutes later ready to hike and observe the birds, native plants and the mile long spring fed creek within hiking distance. It was an incredible morning. The birds I noted seeing were Eastern Phoebe, Golden crowned Kinglet, a flock of Robins, a Woodpecker, plus others. There were only three of us, plus our guide Paul. The other woman on the hike is a Master Naturalist with a specialization in birds. Perfect! She took me under her wing and introduced each bird and described their unique distinctions. I am once again so thankful for my life, for my willingness to pursue adventures and greet new experiences with a beginner's mind.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Always practice your swing
No matter what happens every day you have to get up and practice your swing.
It doesn't matter how lonely, sad and angry you feel, get up and do it.
You might feel like a bird pooped on your head but just dont walk under that high wire tomorrow.
learn from your mistakes.
Complacency won't do me in.
Complacency can lead you down the wrong path.
Sometimes you can see so much success in your life, so much that your career keeps going up a hill, it seem that nothing can stop you but then something comes along and it breaks your bank.
It's like when you're playing Mario Bros. and you get hit and all your coins drop out and you're like, "Whoa, all my coins are gone."
Do not believe in your losses, believe in your gains, believe in yourself, believe in what you have inside of you. you are good you are strong, you are a fortunate person to be living and breathing and open to the opportunity for the future!!
It doesn't matter how lonely, sad and angry you feel, get up and do it.
You might feel like a bird pooped on your head but just dont walk under that high wire tomorrow.
learn from your mistakes.
Complacency won't do me in.
Complacency can lead you down the wrong path.
Sometimes you can see so much success in your life, so much that your career keeps going up a hill, it seem that nothing can stop you but then something comes along and it breaks your bank.
It's like when you're playing Mario Bros. and you get hit and all your coins drop out and you're like, "Whoa, all my coins are gone."
Do not believe in your losses, believe in your gains, believe in yourself, believe in what you have inside of you. you are good you are strong, you are a fortunate person to be living and breathing and open to the opportunity for the future!!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
A Golden Hue?
Alas, the fall garden is producing veggies at long last!
I have Brussels Sprouts galore growing on the stalk - a brocolli bunch and kale kale kale.
Monday, December 6, 2010
The Holidaze
Friends,
I met someone in June, he was a nice enough fella, we enjoyed each other's company until well, we didn't anymore.
We continued a friendship through the summer and fall only to have a slight falling out at the first of November.
Before the falling out...I gave his business contact information to a friend- to see if he could get some work started as he's new to Texas.
That friend did indeed call him and the job panned out.
Whilst on the job, that person that was my friend, met a woman- the homeowner of the residence getting the work done...he was attracted to her and he began to get to know her. This made no difference to me, really, you see, because I have been enjoying my new found single-hood- and have never stopped putting out the I'm meeting new people vibe. I didn't wish that he would either, but I was quite fond of our little casual friendship.
Things progressed positively for him and his lady-friend....to the point that he wrote me an email explaining that our friendship was being put on the shelf a bit- as he didn't want to be a burden to me while I sort through a major personal issue.
The struggle I am dealing with now is that after receiving the email I attempted to keep in touch- very casually and not very often, but it did take a couple of weeks for me to adjust to the new boundaries.
My friend did not respond well to my reluctance to accept the changes and it led to our falling out.
The friend of mine that offered him the job, the job that led to his meeting the woman, the woman that led to the demise of our nice little casual acquaintance, that man, and his wife are having a holiday party this weekend on Saturday.
My friend has also been invited.
He is going. I am going as well.
I have five days to wrap my head around what this situation may be like, maintain my current weight to look atleast as good as I do now in the strapless black cocktail party dress that I will be smashing the party in- and I have to come up with at least three go to stories or conversation starters that I can use to mingle and avoid eye contact with former friend or his date- whom i'm already assuming is generic, shallow, uninteresting and a complete waste of space.
Well, I am.
So, moral of the story- irony. And, dating post-divorce is a royal pain in the arse, but still not worse than marriage.
Ciao
I met someone in June, he was a nice enough fella, we enjoyed each other's company until well, we didn't anymore.
We continued a friendship through the summer and fall only to have a slight falling out at the first of November.
Before the falling out...I gave his business contact information to a friend- to see if he could get some work started as he's new to Texas.
That friend did indeed call him and the job panned out.
Whilst on the job, that person that was my friend, met a woman- the homeowner of the residence getting the work done...he was attracted to her and he began to get to know her. This made no difference to me, really, you see, because I have been enjoying my new found single-hood- and have never stopped putting out the I'm meeting new people vibe. I didn't wish that he would either, but I was quite fond of our little casual friendship.
Things progressed positively for him and his lady-friend....to the point that he wrote me an email explaining that our friendship was being put on the shelf a bit- as he didn't want to be a burden to me while I sort through a major personal issue.
The struggle I am dealing with now is that after receiving the email I attempted to keep in touch- very casually and not very often, but it did take a couple of weeks for me to adjust to the new boundaries.
My friend did not respond well to my reluctance to accept the changes and it led to our falling out.
The friend of mine that offered him the job, the job that led to his meeting the woman, the woman that led to the demise of our nice little casual acquaintance, that man, and his wife are having a holiday party this weekend on Saturday.
My friend has also been invited.
He is going. I am going as well.
I have five days to wrap my head around what this situation may be like, maintain my current weight to look atleast as good as I do now in the strapless black cocktail party dress that I will be smashing the party in- and I have to come up with at least three go to stories or conversation starters that I can use to mingle and avoid eye contact with former friend or his date- whom i'm already assuming is generic, shallow, uninteresting and a complete waste of space.
Well, I am.
So, moral of the story- irony. And, dating post-divorce is a royal pain in the arse, but still not worse than marriage.
Ciao
Friday, October 8, 2010
When need imposes
This evening I was with my youngest son and we were heading to Dan's Hamburgers for some Mom and Son time for dinner. As I pulled into my parking spot I caught the eye of someone waiting at the bus stop. I reached over for my purse in the passenger's seat and turned toward the door only to find that person at my car door. He asked if I could help him so I narrowly lowered my window and he explained that he was stranded and in need of medical attention, being a diabetic he was from a nearby suburb and unable to get home for an insulin injection. He tried to continue on that if only he had 2.5 gallons of gas he could return home.
His speech was definitely slurred, he admitted that he was weak, he didn't want to ask for help but something had not turned out the way he'd expected - a visit to a church was involved where the preacher wasn't there, it didn't make sense, and I didn't want to be fed a slew of half-truths or out right lies.
I told him that because he is diabetic I wanted to help him, I asked if he'd eaten and he had not, he tried once more for the gasoline but I refused to give him money. I asked him to come in with us, my son and me, and I bought dinner for all of us.
He didn't sit with us, and he didn't stay around after he finished his burger. I hope some of what I did helped him. I hope he didn't get sick because I felt like I forced him to eat and maybe I shouldn't have. However, his need imposed on my dinner with my son, and I responded as best as I could. I feel kind of decent about it.
His speech was definitely slurred, he admitted that he was weak, he didn't want to ask for help but something had not turned out the way he'd expected - a visit to a church was involved where the preacher wasn't there, it didn't make sense, and I didn't want to be fed a slew of half-truths or out right lies.
I told him that because he is diabetic I wanted to help him, I asked if he'd eaten and he had not, he tried once more for the gasoline but I refused to give him money. I asked him to come in with us, my son and me, and I bought dinner for all of us.
He didn't sit with us, and he didn't stay around after he finished his burger. I hope some of what I did helped him. I hope he didn't get sick because I felt like I forced him to eat and maybe I shouldn't have. However, his need imposed on my dinner with my son, and I responded as best as I could. I feel kind of decent about it.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
free pudding, kitchen sinks and a plea to make the world a better place.
free pudding, kitchen sinks and a plea to make the world a better place.
I didn't write it and I can't claim that I thought of it first...so I'll just re-post it and hope you enjoy.
I didn't write it and I can't claim that I thought of it first...so I'll just re-post it and hope you enjoy.
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