My employer really works hard to create employee engagement. All of that culture-creation doesn’t come cheap.
Dear old world,” she murmured, “you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.”
– L.M. Montgomery, writer
Spent the weekend with someone who likely does not have many more days in this dear old world, yet he found a lot of joy simply watching his young grandson, and having a laugh with family. This really changes your perspective …
I have recently had an epiphany … I’ve forgotten how to try.
When I was younger, everything needed effort. I had to work hard to get through university, and work crappy old jobs after a full day of classes. Once I finished school I had to learn how to do a job, and how to cook and manage a house. Then I had to learn how the stock market works, and how to save money. You know the drill.
But now, as a fully grown adult, I don’t really have to put in any effort. And, in fact, I have forgotten how to actually put my nose to the grindstone.
This week, this one week, I’m going to put on effort in one area – working out. At least 5 times in the next week I will work out first thing in the morning, before I do anything else. Well, I’ll feed the cats, but then I will walk or use the elliptical or go to the gym at work.
Hold me to this, will ya?
In December one of the women at work received a “Random Acts of Kindness” Advent calendar with kindness missions for each day. I don’t know what the specific directives were, but she wrote some nice words on a sticky note and put it up on the mirror in the ladies’ room on our floor.
Thanksgiving has come and gone but there are still containers of leftovers in the fridge! I had four and a half glorious days off, the longest stretch of days off I’ve had since we moved into the house in August.
A few random things that I felt like jotting down …
Do Americans know that election campaigning in other countries is limited to very short periods of time? In Canada, campaigns are a maximum of 59 days long. Yup … there’s a limit on the number of days when candidates can make Canadians berserk.
I’m feeling a little bit angry and sick of the whole damned thing, are you? Half my friends and family members have been hidden on Facebook. I’ve unfollowed people on Instagram.
This election seems to have pissed everyone off. Conversations about things that have nothing to do with the election are suddenly interjected with political overtones.
So today I’m posting a few one-liners that someone emailed to me in 2003. (Yes, 2003) They’re not intended to be political … so don’t read anything into them!
Honk if you love peace and quiet.
Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.
Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.
(PS … I’ve posted a new sewing piece on my other blog. Follow this link if you want to see pictures and discussion that has nothing to do November 8th.)
Last night I came home from work, changed clothes and washed the basement floor, then had dinner with my husband and watched some Monday Night Football. I didn’t pack, unpack, water plants outside of an empty house, or exchange frantic emails with our realtor. Monday evening … normal life.
The townhouse closed last week just 35 days after it was listed. As I said in my last long-ago blog post, the inspection and sales process was brutal, made worse by dealing with our HOA.
There’s a lot going on with the sale of our old house, and not all of it is good. I’ve got drafts of blog posts bemoaning all of the issues but I’m afraid to hit ‘post’ because they all focus on what is going wrong, and to say it ‘out loud’ would give too much credence to negative energy.
Plus I’m afraid attorneys may be involved at some point and I don’t want to come to regret something I’ve posted publicly. (See kids, you not only have to be careful of the pictures you post, you have to be careful of your own words!)
They say that you learn things about yourself by writing a blog, and looks like this is absolutely true.
Okay, so I am calm and well organized; the sanest, most steady person you’ll ever meet. You want to have me on your side in a crisis. Or that’s what I thought. By writing this blog I’ve discovered that I am absolutely delusional.
Bonus holiday weekend for those of us who carry two passports! Friday was Canada Day. Yes, I know Canadians aren’t typified as flag-waving, fireworks blasting patriotic like Americans, but in our hearts, we’re absolutely fervent about our homeland. I always wear a maple leaf on July 1st and wish I was home – but I know that the party north of the border is nothing like the party in the lower 48 three days later.