Made It!

Well the first week of the new job is over. My brain is so full. I'm still a pudding-head, but I am starting to feel a few things settling in though, so that's promising. I guess you could say the pudding is starting to set.

That reminds me of... pudding. I got a cookbook from the library and it has a recipe for pudding using tofu... um, I just don't know. I have to say I am skeptical. For reasons I can not explain, I am somehow less skeptical of the recipes for brownies and fudge made with black beans.

I think I am going to give em a try this weekend. I mean how amazing would it be to have delicious brownies that were actually good for you. Yep, I'm living the dream friends.

What do you have planned for this weekend friends?

It's Here!

So day two of the new job and so far so good. I am a little brain dead with all the new things I am learning.

I feel like I've landed in another country, and the language is something I've never heard. Sure I know most of the words, but they are used in unfamiliar combinations. I'm sure it will all come together at some point, but for now I am trying to let it all soak in gradually.


I met my mentor today. The one who belongs to the writer's group from down the street. She is delightful. I'm hopeful we can forge a nice friendship on common ground.

I'm too much of a pudding head to manage too many more thoughts tonight.

I got a request for a meeting that starts at 4am my time tomorrow morning. I think that has to be optional right?

Take Care

I am well on the mend after the tooth outing. Ready for business, if not yet for really solid food. I had a long weekend to recoup and I have to say it got me thinking.

What is it about being sick that allows me to take care of myself far better than when I am well? When I am sick, I listen to my body.

I sleep when I'm tired, even if it's at 6pm on a Friday. I get up when I am no longer tired, even if it's at 4am on a Sunday.

I put down the laptop and welcome my kitty Finny into my lap, even when I have writing to do. We watch TV or read books together (I do most of the reading). I tell my husband what I want when he asks if he can get me something.

I eat when I am hungry and I don't when I'm not hungry.  I eat what will nourish me and stay away from things that will be harmful for me.

I got a visceral reaction when the waitress put down my breakfast yesterday. "This is way too much food for a lady with a sore jaw." I thought. The realization that it was also way too much food for a lady without a sore jaw rushed in right after. I've had to eat slowly and consider each bite, and I like that it has made me enjoy each bite and know when enough was enough.

I'm so grateful that I am healing well and getting better all the time, but I think I will take some of the things I've learned from being sick and try to get better all the time.

Yippee!

I recently posted about the fact that I had turned into the office curmudgeon and I was determined to change myself back into the joyful person I am meant to be. I am very excited to report that I have a new job! As of the end of February I will be a Senior Instructional Designer.

I had spent a great deal of time thinking about all the things I really hoped for in a job. I wanted to write and be creative for a living. I wanted to still be connected to a group of great co-workers and have a great boss. This job has all those things.

The funny thing is that it's not the job I initially applied for, but it seems the right job found me instead.

Turns out that the nice woman who interviewed me for the original job thought I should have this job instead. She contacted my new boss and mentioned me, they contacted a recruiter who asked if I minded being considered for a promotion instead.  I said it would be fine. The next thing I knew I had an interview and a new job offer.

I was still wrestling with the choice to leave my current job and having a difficult time with the decision. I like so many of the things about my current job, and I wished it could become the job I needed to move forward.

I suddenly remembered a dream I had when I applied for the job inititally. I had wrestled with the decision to look for a new job at all and I had asked for a sign and that night the dream came. In the dream I was faced with a decision to follow my family down a scary staircase that was also a waterfall, I think we all remember how graceful I am, I was afraid of falling so I decided to find an elevator instead.

The elevator ride was even scarier it turned out, and it dropped me off far from my destination. I had to spend the rest of the dream struggling to find my way back to my loved ones. I realized that the message I was being sent was that no matter how scary the obvious path looks, in the long run it's less scary than not following it. It is the obvious path for a reason.

Even though change is scary for me, I can see that this is clearly the obvious path. I am heeding the message the universe was kind enough to send to me (multiple times and in multiple formats) and following the path towards the future.

Off

Do you ever just feel... off.

There's nothing wrong with me (well no more than I can usually claim anyway). It seems like I'm sandwiched right between feelings. I'm not really on one side, or the other. When I do find myself on one side of a feeling, I feel like I am on the wrong side.

I'm not in a full-on funk, maybe call it a funklet. I try not make big decisions when I feel this way, for fear any decision I would make would be off too.


I think I'll write in my journal to see if I can get back on. There's something transforming about writing something down. I typically try to write three pages in a journal a day, and there is something magical about those three pages.

The first page is usually all the blather on the surface of my mind, and is rarely inspiring or enlightening. Somewhere on the second page my mind runs out of blather and I sit stumped for content. Then the magic starts to happen, as suddenly my mind shifts to a deeper place and I start to see a pattern in a situation or a mental thread appears that I can unravel. Often by the time I make it to page three all the thoughts in my head are in clear focus, and I could go on to page four and five.

There are also days when by page two I have nothing, and by page three I am scraping the bottom of the mental barrel and coming up dry with every sentence a struggle.You just never know what you're gonna get when you're off.

Walking Wounded

Well I'm back in the saddle again. Still a bit sore and a bit of a black eye to show for my efforts. I look kinda gangsta if I must say so myself. I think it's totally gonna up my street cred. I had almost none before, so any boost at all can only be a good thing.

I was super excited to learn at the doctor's office that my resting heart rate and my blood pressure have both dropped considerably since I started walking. Yippee! I guess despite "The Incident" I will be carrying on with my walks.

I'm so grateful I did not do worse to myself. I am a big klutz and as I mentioned this isn't the first time I have fallen flat. Do you ever in your mind's eye see yourself as you're going down. Cause I usually do, and even when I have hurt myself I can't seem to help myself from laughing at the whole thing.

I'm fine so feel free to give a little giggle at this incident or this prior incident.

I was taking some medicine that made me dizzy, but it was helping so much that I was willing to just let it go and keep taking it. I had a sudden thought that made me dash out to the garage. I opened the garage door and was about half out when I got that sinking feeling. One minute I was up and the next I was headed down.

I was very lucky because I fell into a pile of tires... butt first. So there I was with my butt wedged into a stack of about three tires. What are the odds? I wasn't too worried.

I got this.

Except I didn't have it and I was not going anywhere. My rump was about two tires in and I couldn't get my arms up high enough for leverage to get out. I knew if I managed to knock my set up sideways that I would end up hitting my head. So I did the only thing I could think of.

I giggled.

Then I saw my husband and my neighbor within yelling distance and I did the only thing I could think of.

I giggled harder. The visual of me falling into a pile of tires butt first was too much.

Eventually I did call out, and to his credit my husband did not giggle. He raced over to try to pry me out of my rubber prison. My neighbor also had to be involved, and he also refrained from the giggling. I finally popped out like the cork of a mid-range wine.

And I giggled. Go ahead. You know you want to giggle too.

Pity Party

Time to throw a little Pity Party for myself, and I decided to invite all of you. Like all things, this party started innocently enough...

I've been walking with some of my co-workers for a couple of weeks now. It's been fun. Yesterday as we were heading out, one of my coworkers mentioned that she was known as "The Pusher" in some circles because people often fall down in her presence. We all laughed and I think I may have said "I ain't scared of you!" which it turns out was a challenge to the universe.

On the way back I was walking right behind "The Pusher" when I got that feeling - the one when you realize you're gonna fall. I've had that feeling before and I've thought, maybe if I run a bit I'll catch up to myself... so I've sprinted, flailed my arms about as I yelled out something like "whooooooaaaaaaa" and then I crashed into whatever was in front of me. In the past I've run straight into a wall, and a garden planter (that was the time a ghost pushed me, but more on that another time) but yesterday I had lots of room to run.

I got this.

You know what? I didn't have it. At the time that me and the pavement met unexpectedly all my co-workers were all turned to see it all go down, so no saving face there. Turned out there was no saving face in reality either. I don't know what my limbs were doing at the time of the incident, but breaking my fall didn't seem to be on their agenda. So my forehead spoke up instead.

I got this.

Yep, you got this all right little buddy, and a nice big gash to show for it.

It was very dramatic and a real gusher too. By the time we made it back to the office I looked a sight. All the nurses in the office were so excited. It looks even better today! Black eye and a nice super-glued cut above the eyebrow.

I headed into work with great braveness and when I sat down at my PC I saw that it died in the night. Diagnosis - bad hard drive. I took the Universe's hint and headed home.