Coming at ya live from my iPhone. Notice the sweet lil ram 🐏 emoji is back. I’m off the charts folks. So much has happened I’m over stimulated. I feel like I might burst 💥. I’m a writing ✍️ fool. Alias Twitter is my friend. People who understand like only those of us in a certain club can understand has been therapeutic to say the least. I hop off Twitter to FB to WP to emails, texts but I have a day job I must work too. All this activity would be fine if I wasn’t such an over analyzer, things might be manageable. But nope, analysis paralysis drags the whole thing out. Somebody stop ✋ me said in my Jim Carrey from The Mask voice over voice. I wish I’d kept that meme but I deleted it to make room. Oh well.
I’m going to reveal soon. I’m not worried 😟 about getting in trouble 👿 any longer because I was making stuff up ⬆️. In the absence of evidence, that’s what we humans do. We fill in blanks. I’m relieved 🥲 to know I was 1/2 right with my suspicions or educated guesses. And the parts about my situation that was spinning 😵💫 me up and pissing me off wasn’t too bad in hindsight. Still I’m proceeding with caution ⛔️I’m going to slow down and be methodical. Shocker I know. Guess that “Goes to show you never 👎 can tell.”
The world is burning while Nero fiddles … I mean Rome burned while Nero fiddles. Boy what a rough start. I’m sure I’ll be mixing messages and spewing nonsense but feels like we are living in nonsensical times. Orwellian as my buddy KR said this morning. I just could not get up my gumption to reflect before now. Trivial … everything seems trivial. Oy vey!
I truly enjoyed the challenge this year because I mixed haiku with music, two of my most favorite things. Writing those posts was like free therapy. I didn’t get around to reading as much as I had hoped with life intervening, even before this more recent terrible awful, but I plan to take a very in depth road trip pretty soon.
Please pretend my feature image says 2022. I know it doesn’t but my media is about topped off. I wanted the Winner badge and felt like I didn’t have room for two. Of course now I need to figure out what to do with the coveted Winner badge. I figured it out once upon a time and hope to do so again. In the meantime, I’ll add this gem right here.
I have scheduled my maintenance and upkeep. CT scan on 3/14, new crown on 3/21, and be kind to me day on 3/25. When we’ll be out of office, we send planners to impacted team members so they can have the details on their calendars. Of course the extent of this info due to privacy / HIPPA etc, is Jill on PTO. I was feeling cheeky and instead under location I put the Medical Mystery Tour as a play on the Beatles and the earworm continues. Now you get one too 🙂
Roll Up into the weekend, wishing you all the BEST!!!
This week has been one for the memory books. For more reasons than one. There were some bright spots. On Monday we had a team builder with over 1500 people, then Tuesday we narrowed down to just our 30ish, then into small break out groups of 6. We told our origin stories. Dang y’all I learned SO much! We were being vulnerable and all. Several of us enjoy music and someone mentioned John Prine. His music got that person through the pandemic. Of course I had to look him up. To me, John is more of a storyteller but boy can he play the guitar. Here is one of his that I stumbled across after being given his name. I may just have a new favorite. Hope you enjoy as well.
I’m still looking for a Friday feature. This morning, like every morning, I woke up with a song in my head. Earworms, they are called. This awaking to music is a daily event, not only Fridays. Well hell, it is a nightly trying to going to sleep event too. A little like Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist, without the reading of thoughts. The network SHOULD HAVE continued that show. Anyway, an idea was born. On tap for today you have 25 or 6 to 4 by Chicago. Songwriters: Robert William Lamm
Yep, I know I’m cool. lol. I am NOT but I’m happy. Rock on my dudes.
My mind is racing. Thoughts popping like popcorn in hot oil. Yeah buddy. No rest for the wicked. Wicked = ME! Not really but the guilt is overwhelming. The fact that these feelings of culpability are fake as in MSU = making stuff up only makes matters worse. Why oh why do I do this to myself?? I can feel my cheeks reddening with embarrassment. But whatever. I read recently that you haven’t won a Twitter argument until the other person says “whatever”. Here is a big phat f*cking whatever!!!!!!! YOU win! I lose! And I’m okay with that.
Howdy y’all. I’m a hot mess. Many swirling thoughts. Mostly goodness too. Yesterday we had a ‘chat’ at work. A follow on to the big meeting that caused many people to spin. Me? I’m a cucumber baby.
Actually we had two meetings … the all in chat, then the department level notice of re-org. They always play music before we get started and when Rachel Platten’s Fight Song started blasting, I did too. Sobbing actually. Why?
When my dear friend Cat was prepping for surgery, the one she ultimately died from, she asked us to recommend songs for her hospital playlist. Fight Song was my nominee. This song will forever wreck me and lift me up simultaneously.
Then we rolled right into Sara Bareilles’ Brave. Jesus weeps. I was a puddle.
After my good cry, I was reset. Even more than from my week off. I don’t want to minimize anyone else’s feelings but between you, me, and the fence post the world is full of whiners. In case you wonder, the boomers aren’t necessarily the entitled ones. Entitlement to me is a personality trait or learned behavior that has no age limit.
Did the news suck? Ya, some of it anyway, but that’s life. I have choices. If you don’t like it, “don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya”. Go on get outta here said in my Bugs Bunny voice over voice. Lol.
Freedom to make our own choices. I’m telling ya what. Sweetness. Maybe my old age and life experience has simply made me malleable in the best way possible. Bring it!
Okay enough blathering about. TGIR! Lemme let ya go.
I started writing blogging ideas down when I woke and couldn’t go back to sleep. Now I pulled them out trying to spark a post but I’m flummoxed. What the heck? Ugh. Well, at least the notes served their purpose of getting me back to sleep but not much here to use. Guess I’m back to MSU = making stuff up.
Funny how life imitates art some times. At work, we have challenges to earn healthy points which can then be converted into % discount off our health insurance premium. I’m a carrot and stick kinda gal who always plays. If you get 2k points, that’s 5% off the annual premium. For 3k points, you get a bonus prize. For 2021, that prize is a hoodie. Well you have me at bonus points. The what I win is of little concern.
Back to life imitating art. I watched a resiliency video for 15 more points toward the prize. Our calm spokesperson talked about how two very well known people still got nervous before an engagement. To deal with that energy, one would go into a bathroom stall and scream. Then she’d go on to give the speech of her life. Another would run up and done a flight of stairs three or four times with the same result. Taylor Swift was on to something with her song Shake It Off.
A true tip for getting the butterflies under control. The resilience video went on to discuss fight or flight and how movement, even the small act of standing up, or moving positions, changed everything. Like a steam valve was released.
Right after I watched that healthy points video at work, I was clearing out our DVR which records PrimeTime Anytime. I watched the season finale of Rebel which is loosely based on Erin Brockovich. As one of the lawyers waited in the hallway before the big court case, she was pacing and shaking her arms. Flapping like she was about to take flight. Yep, even in fictional setting, ways to demo resilience are displayed.
So, if anyone in my real life sees me in the bathroom at work, taking longer than expected, I’m likely in the stall shaking or screaming. Maybe a little of both. Gearing up to go back to the “area”. And if people don’t like it, they can send me back home. Where my ❤ is …