Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Learning By Fire
My boss is on maternity leave...I miss her...but because of this fact I am facing many challenges. I am not good at not knowing what to do next, so this has been a trial by fire. On one hand, it is overwhelming, on the other, I see that I am forced to learn many things on my own, which is a good thing assuming I can keep my emotions intact. I am not good at going it alone. My husband reminds me that I am a follower, not a leader. I can accept that. It's who I am, but in this situation I am trying to be in control without bothering my dear boss while she is busy adjusting to baby #2. I realize that each new adventure I am given is a chance for growth. I just need to be calm and remember that God is with me and that I can only do what I can do.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
The Suprise of Friends
Had a wonderful evening last night with my three good friends and our spouses. My girl friends and I met at our church years ago and have been fast friends since. Fifteen years ago, one of the ladies, Mary, needed to make a trip to her widowed father's beach house in Maryland to clear up some details. We had all just barely gotten to know each other through our church folk choir. On a whim, she asked me, Meg and Theresa, our two other now "buds", to join her for a long weekend. I had three relatively young kids at the time and was unsure if my husband would think this was a great idea. He reluctantly agreed and there I was traveling with three unknown entities. I remember thinking, "I don't even know these girls and I'm committing four days of my life with them. What if we don't really want to hang out with each other after all?" PPSHA!!! I made three tremendous friends that weekend and we remain best of friends. This Thursday we head out for our 15th, yes 15th, girl's trip. New York City! We have been to Las Vegas, the Bahamas, Toronto, Chicago, Scottsdale and many other enticing locations, but the best part of the journey is that it doesn't matter where we go, we have so much fun! We find humor in the little things and laugh until we can't laugh anymore. We've tried to let "Oprah" in on our little secret, but she doesn't seem interested. We've gotten so good at this that we have our own savings account for our trips, as well as our own credit card to use. We rack up points on our card to use on future trips. Our motto is "we love we". And shouldn't we? God has given me three spectacular friends that I can share my joys, tears, and mostly, laughs with. I am so thankful for these girls and I wish my good fortune on all women out there.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
It's Not All About Me
I needed to take some time off of my extensive years of blogging....oh wait, its only been a couple of months.....but anyway, I needed some time away.
I had a visit with my mom recently. She had knee replacement surgery-her second-and my sibs and I were making an effort to visit with mom and dad to make sure they were getting along OK. As you know from my rantings, mom has mental health issues and dad caters to her every whim. I respect him immensely, but wish he would encourage her to do more for herself.
That aside, I spent last weekend with family-in-laws and friends, and through a series of discussions, I concluded that maybe I am as needy as mom. Could that be why she irritates me so?!
I think I need to be less aware of me and more about everyone else.
None of us are perfect....surprise!
I have been trying to go to confession more often and I find that each time I go, I end up in tears. I don't think I am that kind of a gal that cries easily, but for some reason, in confession, the tears flow. I could be confessing that I killed a fly (which, by the way, are plentiful in my work place, and I have been known to throw a curse word or two at those poor creatures....devils that they are!) and I'd still cry. I feel like the good Lord is telling me something. Confession is a cleansing experience. I wish more people would use this wonderful sacrament. It gives me pause and makes me think about the lasting effects of my selfishness.
Last week in confession as I was weeping about my relationship with mom, or more accurately, lack thereof, my dear priest told me to accept my mother as my cross to bear with Christ. Wouldn't you think that at 47 years of age I would have figured that out?!
It goes to show, our bodies age, but our psyches do not.
Peace.
I had a visit with my mom recently. She had knee replacement surgery-her second-and my sibs and I were making an effort to visit with mom and dad to make sure they were getting along OK. As you know from my rantings, mom has mental health issues and dad caters to her every whim. I respect him immensely, but wish he would encourage her to do more for herself.
That aside, I spent last weekend with family-in-laws and friends, and through a series of discussions, I concluded that maybe I am as needy as mom. Could that be why she irritates me so?!
I think I need to be less aware of me and more about everyone else.
None of us are perfect....surprise!
I have been trying to go to confession more often and I find that each time I go, I end up in tears. I don't think I am that kind of a gal that cries easily, but for some reason, in confession, the tears flow. I could be confessing that I killed a fly (which, by the way, are plentiful in my work place, and I have been known to throw a curse word or two at those poor creatures....devils that they are!) and I'd still cry. I feel like the good Lord is telling me something. Confession is a cleansing experience. I wish more people would use this wonderful sacrament. It gives me pause and makes me think about the lasting effects of my selfishness.
Last week in confession as I was weeping about my relationship with mom, or more accurately, lack thereof, my dear priest told me to accept my mother as my cross to bear with Christ. Wouldn't you think that at 47 years of age I would have figured that out?!
It goes to show, our bodies age, but our psyches do not.
Peace.
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