How do you know it's time to move on? From a job? A person? A relationship?
How do you know that enough is enough?
How do you know you're meant to spend the rest of you life with someone? Is it a feeling? Something they say or do?
How do you know you're not in love with someone any more?
When do you know it's the right time to pass gas in front of your boo?
How do you you know it's the right time to tell someone you love them?
How do you know the best is yet to come? Especially when things are good as they are?
When do you know it's the right time to let go?
How do you know if people really have your best interest at heart?
When do you know you need to leave well enough alone?
How do you know when to tell someone you think they are making a big mistake?
When do you know it's time to stop letting other people control your life...emotions...decisions?
How do you really know that joy will come in morning?
How do you know it's time to admit you're wrong?
How do you know that just being yourself is enough?
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
That's What Friends are For...
Friendship is a priceless jewel.
Over the weekend, I spent time with a good friend of mine as part of her birthday festivities. We had wine and appetizers at a nice Italian restaurant Friday night, I took her to the spa for mani/pedi's on Saturday, followed by a quick run to a quaint "trinket" shop to browse for a bracelet we've both been eyeing. On our way into the shop, we were chatting away as usual and she reached out to give me a hug.
Pause.
Now- my friend is a really great person. She's smart, pretty, a good listener, and would give you the shirt off her back...literally. She's very weird and crazy in her own way...but being friends with her is easy and never dull. We get along very well.
Now, when she reached out to give me a hug along with a "thank you for being so sweet...giving me your time..." message, I told her not to hug me. I reminded her it was her birthday weekend and our plans included "friend time." After we left the trinket shop, I thought about my gesture. Had she understood where I was coming from? Did she take offense? To gain some clarity, I called her and explained that she didn't need to thank me. This is what friends do...and I know that if the tables were turned she would have done the same for me. She came back with she appreciated me and didn't want me to think she was monopolizing all my time. I didn't see it that way at all! It had been at least two weeks since I'd seen her and we were long overdue for girl time.
Later that evening as we were rounding out birthday festivities at one of our favorite lounges, she told me that she wasn't used to having friends who put her before other priorities, i.e., boyfriends/relationships, work, and other life vices. She was always adjusting to them instead of them cutting her some slack.
Last time I checked, friendship was a two-way street.
I responded by reminding her that when appropriate friends/boyfriends, family or whatever could always be considered. That time is ours and we can spend it however we like. Unless it's a major emergency, everything else can wait. Many things come and go, but time with family and friends is priceless.
I'm just happy to be a positive part of her life. After all, isn't that what friends are for?
Over the weekend, I spent time with a good friend of mine as part of her birthday festivities. We had wine and appetizers at a nice Italian restaurant Friday night, I took her to the spa for mani/pedi's on Saturday, followed by a quick run to a quaint "trinket" shop to browse for a bracelet we've both been eyeing. On our way into the shop, we were chatting away as usual and she reached out to give me a hug.
Pause.
Now- my friend is a really great person. She's smart, pretty, a good listener, and would give you the shirt off her back...literally. She's very weird and crazy in her own way...but being friends with her is easy and never dull. We get along very well.
Now, when she reached out to give me a hug along with a "thank you for being so sweet...giving me your time..." message, I told her not to hug me. I reminded her it was her birthday weekend and our plans included "friend time." After we left the trinket shop, I thought about my gesture. Had she understood where I was coming from? Did she take offense? To gain some clarity, I called her and explained that she didn't need to thank me. This is what friends do...and I know that if the tables were turned she would have done the same for me. She came back with she appreciated me and didn't want me to think she was monopolizing all my time. I didn't see it that way at all! It had been at least two weeks since I'd seen her and we were long overdue for girl time.
Later that evening as we were rounding out birthday festivities at one of our favorite lounges, she told me that she wasn't used to having friends who put her before other priorities, i.e., boyfriends/relationships, work, and other life vices. She was always adjusting to them instead of them cutting her some slack.
Last time I checked, friendship was a two-way street.
I responded by reminding her that when appropriate friends/boyfriends, family or whatever could always be considered. That time is ours and we can spend it however we like. Unless it's a major emergency, everything else can wait. Many things come and go, but time with family and friends is priceless.
I'm just happy to be a positive part of her life. After all, isn't that what friends are for?
Thursday, January 7, 2010
I Have no Words...?
I'm sitting here with an interesting case of writer's block, if you will. It's funny, there are times I've sat down to blog and had to taper my candor. There are times I've blogged and then deleted the post; I only need to type feverishly and get frustrations out. Sometimes, I browse the blogs of others to get a little motivation. But today, at this very minute...I'm at a loss for words.
That's something for me, because I can be a "chatty Kathy" at times. Even when I'm just listening to something, I'm always thinking, studying, processing. I have trouble sleeping at night because my mind is racing with random things: song lyrics, my agenda for the next day, how my momma is doing...any thing! It's the same when I wake up too. My mind is constantly in motion.
I find it all too funny when I sit down to blog, I have nothing to say (type). Lol, by reading this post, you'd think otherwise. Ah well, I'll make my way back when I have something of substance to share....
That's something for me, because I can be a "chatty Kathy" at times. Even when I'm just listening to something, I'm always thinking, studying, processing. I have trouble sleeping at night because my mind is racing with random things: song lyrics, my agenda for the next day, how my momma is doing...any thing! It's the same when I wake up too. My mind is constantly in motion.
I find it all too funny when I sit down to blog, I have nothing to say (type). Lol, by reading this post, you'd think otherwise. Ah well, I'll make my way back when I have something of substance to share....
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
"Wii Wrist"
You've heard the terms "tennis elbow" or "swimmers ear"? Well, I don't have either one of those, but I do have a severe case of "Wii wrist".
What, may you ask, is Wii wrist?
Wii wrist: when an individual partakes in the playing the Wii for such an extended period of time that the muscles of the forearm and around the wrist become inflamed and tender due to repetitive motion.
In lay terms, I've been getting my Wii on and now I'm paying for it. My arms is so sore! This is in addition to my daily workouts and teaching classes at work. Throw in typing emails and other activities of daily living and !- Wii wrist.
Here's the deal: the Wii was a gift for Jesus' birthday. Since it's been hooked up, I've been playing like crazy. It's my new favorite friend! Anyway, Saturday night I got it in- 3 hours to be exact. The cause of all my trouble: Wii Sports Resort. 12 games, everything from basketball to archery. I PLAYED EVERY GAME THEY HAD! Maybe not a bright idea, but I had a great time! I took Sunday off, but played for an hour last night when I should have been in bed. This morning my arm hurt something fierce! I let the massage therapist get at it for about 10 minutes--can we say OUCH?! She dug into my arm like she was mad at me. After I'd had all the rubbing I could stand, she told me to take a break from the Wii to let my arm rest.
WHAT?!
I know it's my own fault...but I LOVE my Wii. It's fun, and the time really does get away from you. And when you're playing against someone?! Forget it. You're talking trash, getting excited, trying to win and next thing you know your whole life has passed you by. Or in my case, you end up with a wrist on strike.
For the sake of my wrist, I'm going to behave and not play today.
Wonder how fast I can learn to play left-handed...
What, may you ask, is Wii wrist?
Wii wrist: when an individual partakes in the playing the Wii for such an extended period of time that the muscles of the forearm and around the wrist become inflamed and tender due to repetitive motion.
In lay terms, I've been getting my Wii on and now I'm paying for it. My arms is so sore! This is in addition to my daily workouts and teaching classes at work. Throw in typing emails and other activities of daily living and !- Wii wrist.
Here's the deal: the Wii was a gift for Jesus' birthday. Since it's been hooked up, I've been playing like crazy. It's my new favorite friend! Anyway, Saturday night I got it in- 3 hours to be exact. The cause of all my trouble: Wii Sports Resort. 12 games, everything from basketball to archery. I PLAYED EVERY GAME THEY HAD! Maybe not a bright idea, but I had a great time! I took Sunday off, but played for an hour last night when I should have been in bed. This morning my arm hurt something fierce! I let the massage therapist get at it for about 10 minutes--can we say OUCH?! She dug into my arm like she was mad at me. After I'd had all the rubbing I could stand, she told me to take a break from the Wii to let my arm rest.
WHAT?!
I know it's my own fault...but I LOVE my Wii. It's fun, and the time really does get away from you. And when you're playing against someone?! Forget it. You're talking trash, getting excited, trying to win and next thing you know your whole life has passed you by. Or in my case, you end up with a wrist on strike.
For the sake of my wrist, I'm going to behave and not play today.
Wonder how fast I can learn to play left-handed...
Monday, January 4, 2010
Sleepy Monday
True story: I'm crazy tired. At this very minute, my eyelids are so heavy with sleep I can barely tell you my name. You know that song "Get Silly"? That's me...silly with sleep.
Yesterday, I took a nap somewhere around the end of the Vikings/Giants game and woke up during the second quarter of the Eagles/Cowboys game. *Sidebar: big ups to the Vikings and 'dem Boys on some nasty shut-outs.* Wasn't down too long...maybe 90 minutes. That must have done me in cuz I didn't hit the sheets until about 11:30 and my eyes didn't officially close until close to 1am.
My alarm went off at 6:20am for a 7am start to my day.
What's more- it's a Monday. The first real working day post holiday season.
This may be the worst day of the year.
Everyone is dragging in after staying up late, sleeping in and eating everything in sight over the last two weeks. No one really wants to be here and everyone is trying to "look" busy to survive. It's a game really, a sick game. Who can make it until (insert time you get off) PM? The clock is laughing at me. At least there's some light at the end of my tunnel. I have to teach a Kickboxing and Resistance Ball class from 12-1. Let's hope that perks me up.
Maybe I should get regular coffee instead of decaf.
Anyone else having a sleepy Monday?
Yesterday, I took a nap somewhere around the end of the Vikings/Giants game and woke up during the second quarter of the Eagles/Cowboys game. *Sidebar: big ups to the Vikings and 'dem Boys on some nasty shut-outs.* Wasn't down too long...maybe 90 minutes. That must have done me in cuz I didn't hit the sheets until about 11:30 and my eyes didn't officially close until close to 1am.
My alarm went off at 6:20am for a 7am start to my day.
What's more- it's a Monday. The first real working day post holiday season.
This may be the worst day of the year.
Everyone is dragging in after staying up late, sleeping in and eating everything in sight over the last two weeks. No one really wants to be here and everyone is trying to "look" busy to survive. It's a game really, a sick game. Who can make it until (insert time you get off) PM? The clock is laughing at me. At least there's some light at the end of my tunnel. I have to teach a Kickboxing and Resistance Ball class from 12-1. Let's hope that perks me up.
Maybe I should get regular coffee instead of decaf.
Anyone else having a sleepy Monday?
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Inhale...
2010 has arrived.
Where did 2009 go?
I've spent some time reflecting on last year. All the things I've experienced, decisions I've made, and most important, what's to come.
2009 met me with challenges head on. I daily looked at myself in the mirror and questioned who I was, what I was doing, and why. I haven't felt this much discomfort since 2005 when I decided to leave my comfort zone of family and friends to try my hand at the real world. Up until last year, I think I was doing pretty well. But just as the sun rises and sets, everything doesn't go as planned.
I made some choices that led to tears, questions, my self esteem being lower than low, and plenty of sleepless nights. It's amazing how things change for the good and the bad and you have no idea they will affect you the way they do. It took a long time for me to come to a place where I could see the faint light at the end of the tunnel. The saying "weeping endures for a night, but joy comes in the morning" is an understatement for me. There were days when I felt joy was a pipe dream. Only good people have joy. I believed I wasn't a good person.
But, time heals all wounds.
Don't get it twisted-I'm still licking a few and nursing some bruises. Only they are not as severe as they were. Time has helped me deal with myself. Time has reminded me that life goes on. Time has taught me that not everyone is going to love you, like you, or the things you do. Time has reminded me that at the end of the day, what counts is how you respond to your circumstances. Time (along with good friends, family, and wine) have helped me cope with my emotions. And believe me, they needed it.
So what's on tap for 2010? Who's to say? I'm a person who likes to plan; knowing allows me prep for any speed bumps. God is constantly reminding me that that is NOT my job. It's HIS. So I'm learning to take everything as it comes. When the moment is over, it's over. No need to dwell on it. Keep focusing on the prize and and allow my steps to be ordered. My 2010 will be about controlling what I can and allowing Him to to the rest.
A few thank yous are deserved. To Sid: Thank you for listening endlessly and without judgement. You, of all people know me inside and out. For supporting me. For loving me. You are my sister for life.
To my Adam: thank you for your countless hours of counseling and advice. Even through your own trials and tribulations you found it not robbery to be there for me and mine. All my love until we're called to rest.
To my sister from another mother: thank you for laughs, late nights filled with wine, Nurse Jackie, and True Blood. You were helping me heal without even knowing it.
Finally, to the Magnificent: for your patience and support and I am forever grateful. When I was discouraged, confused and sad you reminded me that this was just a hurdle in the game of life. You helped me laugh and smile when I didn't think I could. Your perspective and insight was so valuable. From start to finish...just you and me.
In the words of my BFF, "banging the gavel in 2010!"
Breathing may get easier yet....
Where did 2009 go?
I've spent some time reflecting on last year. All the things I've experienced, decisions I've made, and most important, what's to come.
2009 met me with challenges head on. I daily looked at myself in the mirror and questioned who I was, what I was doing, and why. I haven't felt this much discomfort since 2005 when I decided to leave my comfort zone of family and friends to try my hand at the real world. Up until last year, I think I was doing pretty well. But just as the sun rises and sets, everything doesn't go as planned.
I made some choices that led to tears, questions, my self esteem being lower than low, and plenty of sleepless nights. It's amazing how things change for the good and the bad and you have no idea they will affect you the way they do. It took a long time for me to come to a place where I could see the faint light at the end of the tunnel. The saying "weeping endures for a night, but joy comes in the morning" is an understatement for me. There were days when I felt joy was a pipe dream. Only good people have joy. I believed I wasn't a good person.
But, time heals all wounds.
Don't get it twisted-I'm still licking a few and nursing some bruises. Only they are not as severe as they were. Time has helped me deal with myself. Time has reminded me that life goes on. Time has taught me that not everyone is going to love you, like you, or the things you do. Time has reminded me that at the end of the day, what counts is how you respond to your circumstances. Time (along with good friends, family, and wine) have helped me cope with my emotions. And believe me, they needed it.
So what's on tap for 2010? Who's to say? I'm a person who likes to plan; knowing allows me prep for any speed bumps. God is constantly reminding me that that is NOT my job. It's HIS. So I'm learning to take everything as it comes. When the moment is over, it's over. No need to dwell on it. Keep focusing on the prize and and allow my steps to be ordered. My 2010 will be about controlling what I can and allowing Him to to the rest.
A few thank yous are deserved. To Sid: Thank you for listening endlessly and without judgement. You, of all people know me inside and out. For supporting me. For loving me. You are my sister for life.
To my Adam: thank you for your countless hours of counseling and advice. Even through your own trials and tribulations you found it not robbery to be there for me and mine. All my love until we're called to rest.
To my sister from another mother: thank you for laughs, late nights filled with wine, Nurse Jackie, and True Blood. You were helping me heal without even knowing it.
Finally, to the Magnificent: for your patience and support and I am forever grateful. When I was discouraged, confused and sad you reminded me that this was just a hurdle in the game of life. You helped me laugh and smile when I didn't think I could. Your perspective and insight was so valuable. From start to finish...just you and me.
In the words of my BFF, "banging the gavel in 2010!"
Breathing may get easier yet....
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