Working away, as one does on a Friday night...what social life? What's that you say? No complaints, I do love my job.
In the shadows of decision, one phone call brought to me my strength. Stacey was here last week. I wish for all of you, that one friend, who will fly across the country just to hold your hand as life once again offers up its dish for you to eat. Like it or not, swallow or choke. She's my voice of reason. He's my perspective. I am indeed blessed. It was easier to let her leave today, knowing I'll see her again in about a month, providing other circumstances line up as anticipated (queen cryptic, right here, ladies and gentlemen).
Work gets better every day, it seems. If I hated my job, I would want to kick someones ass for saying that, but it's true. A job that I was willing to walk away from 5 months ago, has become my second largest source of happiness. I am the boss, and I have realized, I'm actually good at it. Plus, I dub as "mother-hen" to all the boys I work with, and it's a comfortable role for me to play. I like being the caretaker, to be needed. Validation in large doses.
Got word from Matty the Marine yesterday...safe and sound in the confines of Iraq. His time home revived his sense of humor as when I answered the phone, his voice spoke..."I'm home" speaking of his large sandy back yard. Passing along his address, although now paranoid about mailing, as there seems to be a block somewhere between my humble abode and the other side of the world.
This weekend, it's NASCAR, sleep, and the "coming out" party for the new 2005 Harley Davidsons at the local dealership. Not too shabby.
Tomorrow will be a somber day at work, remembering back 3 years ago. I'm set to emcee our community rememberance service, which I will do my best to get through with some dignity, and not an emotional mess. 9/11...a time and place we'll never forget, as it should be. Always remembering with respect, that's the ultimate legacy.
Wishing you all a content weekend. Find happiness, even if it's hiding from you...keep looking.
In the shadows of decision, one phone call brought to me my strength. Stacey was here last week. I wish for all of you, that one friend, who will fly across the country just to hold your hand as life once again offers up its dish for you to eat. Like it or not, swallow or choke. She's my voice of reason. He's my perspective. I am indeed blessed. It was easier to let her leave today, knowing I'll see her again in about a month, providing other circumstances line up as anticipated (queen cryptic, right here, ladies and gentlemen).
Work gets better every day, it seems. If I hated my job, I would want to kick someones ass for saying that, but it's true. A job that I was willing to walk away from 5 months ago, has become my second largest source of happiness. I am the boss, and I have realized, I'm actually good at it. Plus, I dub as "mother-hen" to all the boys I work with, and it's a comfortable role for me to play. I like being the caretaker, to be needed. Validation in large doses.
Got word from Matty the Marine yesterday...safe and sound in the confines of Iraq. His time home revived his sense of humor as when I answered the phone, his voice spoke..."I'm home" speaking of his large sandy back yard. Passing along his address, although now paranoid about mailing, as there seems to be a block somewhere between my humble abode and the other side of the world.
This weekend, it's NASCAR, sleep, and the "coming out" party for the new 2005 Harley Davidsons at the local dealership. Not too shabby.
Tomorrow will be a somber day at work, remembering back 3 years ago. I'm set to emcee our community rememberance service, which I will do my best to get through with some dignity, and not an emotional mess. 9/11...a time and place we'll never forget, as it should be. Always remembering with respect, that's the ultimate legacy.
Wishing you all a content weekend. Find happiness, even if it's hiding from you...keep looking.
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mine was a blast