Wednesday, February 18, 2004
I've been gone 14 years and sometimes I feel this panicked rush when it comes to GS. ..perhaps I'm afraid of losing her..now that have her back.... I am so LUCKY to have my best friend back! She is one of those friends who you can talk to for hours, or, sit in a room and not talk for hours. Her friendship is unending, her loyalty unfaltering. Our life experiences have molded us into different people and we embrace all the variances. Not having a friend like that in my life after having her...was hard and living so far away we lost touch so many times. Now, its like a blessing bestowed on me to have her. "make new friends but keep the old, one is silver but the other is gold..." Yep, she is my medallion.
Posted at 07:37 am by
DownHomeChick
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Tuesday, February 17, 2004
FROM GS
I called you this morning. You are working at home today; 3 jobs at once!, and the kids are off from school today. Yet you didn't hesitate!! You heard every word I said, even the first one as you picked up the phone already knowing it was me. -(the advantages of technology!)
You assuaged, encouraged, and shared unconditionally in my meanderings.. I wonder sometimes if people such as you get credit for the good that other people are able to, and indeed often do accomplish, due so much in part to the generous contributions you provide so unselfishly. And, you make it appear so effortless.. How I admire you! I must say- in case you don't already know, that: You are a resplendent boon to this wayfaring moon!..
Posted at 03:02 pm by Breize
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Funny that lastnight I should be writing about my former life in Corporate America. As fate would have it this morning I got an email from my old co-worker. Seems they want to know where all the contracts I negotiated might be located! SAY WHAT? HELLO? REPEAT THAT! #1 I've been gone for ALMOST a year! #2 Why would they just getting around to looking at contracts now? #3 Just what the bleep has the new person been doing if not aquainting themselves with contract expiration dates and what is or is not included for support in a contract from a vendor???? Perhaps this is confirmation that I made the right decision in leaving the executives to fight amongst themselves.
Posted at 10:16 am by
DownHomeChick
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Monday, February 16, 2004
Lessons.... Life is all about learning lessons. Some of us learn, some of us make mistakes over and over... In my case? You'll have to make your own judgment call on that...
DREAM JOB...
I had a dream job once. One that paid me alot of money and kept me in designer suits and hundred dollar pumps. It did not fulfill me. It got to where I was asking myself, "Is this it?" I didn't feel much better about life than when I was eating macaroni and margarine because it was the only thing in the house to eat... I drove the long, long commute into a city that never quite fit me right. I started questioning who's life I was living at thirty thousand feet, starring down at the billowing clouds headed to someplace where I'd only be touring the halls of the hotel board room wing. I did what was expected of me. It didn't matter that I did it well, paid my dues or made the cut.
ONE YEAR LATER...
Be careful what you wish for! I opted out of corporate America not because I got the guts to bust loose but because family needed us more than I needed my career. Still it felt good to walk away from it; wash my hands of executive city.
I started my own business just last month! Sure its going slow but the unbelievable thing is, it is going! Today when I talked with a customer on the phone I looked at my weekly planner and said, "I can't start that job until Wednesday." He said, "No problem. I'll drop the unit off anyway." When I got off the phone I sat still for a full minute as I realized that I really am calling my own shots. In a flailing economy I am opening up my own business. I am either nuts or on the edge.
Posted at 10:13 pm by
DownHomeChick
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When I was younger there was very little in life that couldn't be cured by a contemplative walk through the forest. In the deep woods I could relax and let nature envelope and calm me. During these walks I found ways to better deal with my problems. It is the same for me today.
When I need its breath
I inhale it in
From a fallen log
The world can spin
All my troubles away
When I long for peace
I find it here
On a carpet of moss
In the forest where
Calmness always finds me
When I must take cover
Yet still need space
It is here I walk
And here I place
My trust in its restoring power
TMK
Posted at 09:29 pm by
DownHomeChick
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Sunday, February 15, 2004
Seventeen Again? Maybe I'll Drop By...
I was talking with a friend the other day about first love. How many of you remember it clearly? I fell head over heels in love at seventeen. Love at first site, no doubt about it. But, who could resist a smile like his? Or, eyes the color of the bluest sky? And, how he always made me laugh and just feel good about being alive? I can remember the first time he called me...when he gave me his class ring to wear, the day after we started dating and him first holding my hand in school...
Time affords us the good sense to forget the bad memories if we choose! Isn't that terrific? I mean, we did break up and our relationship was riddled with problems... But, who cares now? I'd rather remember the way he chased me around the mustang he was restoring...or, the way he used to whisper in my ear to get my attention.. Yeh, I'd visit 17 again for 10 or 15 minutes...
As life goes thrashing through its paces, sometimes its nice to look back & reflect on the good stuff..those things people or life can't take from you like memories. Matters of the heart are truly the only things that count in life....at 17 that reasoning was crystal clear.
When I read the blogs of 13-25 year olds I try to read with an open heart & mind... to view the world as they might; with fresh new eyes that haven't been tainted. I love reading all the emotions they just haven't learned how to stuff inside and hide or justify.... I will
try to remember this and tread lightly when my own daughter turns 17.
Quote written while I was visiting.. Asheville, NC <sitting next to Thomas Wolfe's house after the fire of 1998..feeling pretty down because I'd been looking forward to touring it...>
"There is nowhere on this dirt packed earth that I fail to find a few words of inspiration or mortification to strike at with this mighty pen. Give me an airplane, a bus or trickling stream of water and, from my vantage point, I will find the prose." TMK
Posted at 09:50 pm by
DownHomeChick
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