My week oscillated between sad and glad. As I watch the unfolding of the political climate around me, I feel sad because the energy is not giving way to productivity. Instead, tweets mire me in insults and nastiness. Sad! Still, I am buoyed by thoughtful people reminding us that kindness, openness, and thoughtful discussion are our best weapons. I went to the movies because, well, because I was still Sad! Next I remembered that soon I will have a whole week with CeCe’s kids while she goes on a cruise with her hubby. Glad!
This weekend, I reminded myself that I have so many things for which to give thanks:
A photo of an ordinary situation, and a little story to go with it. The photo is from a desk in my church’s office. Doris reminded herself that she needed this job. Even if she hated it. Why did she say she knew how to do CAD? I should have said, “I know cads, and I’ve done some, too.” at least that’d be the truth. “What’s so funny,” said Alan, prairie-dogging from his side of the cubicle. “What?” “You’re smiling at nothing.” Doris took a swig from her bottle of Dasani. “Oh, you know,” she said, twirling a piece of…
This weekend, Loved-One and I trekked to mid-Michigan to attend our niece’s bridal shower. Such a long trip mainly because we ran into lake-effect snow. Somewhere along the way, another niece called requesting a ride along from Lansing. Well, yeah!
I took all our leftover Christmas candy to share, ready to turnover a new, healthier leaf, upon return. Just to be sure I could boast a dramatic shift, I indulged in Wendy’s 4 for $4 both coming and going.
That egg white veggie omelet tasted so health, and so delicious, this morning. Especially after swimming for a half hour!
Loved-One drove the whole way, maybe because I kept announcing what signs I’m unable to read with my right eye shut.
Anyways, on the plus side, all that time in the car, and a ball of yarn, netted a new hat before we arrived at our destination.
Here are a few things, in no particular order, for which I give thanks:
I decided to shift gears a little this year. Each Friday, I’ll take a photo of a very ordinary thing from, what I think is, an unusual angle. Perhaps a close up, perhaps from underneath. Here’s my first: “Weighed down by 75 years of M&Ms and other chocolatey goodies, the Gingerbread man could shared distant memories of “Run, run, as fast as you can. You can’t catch me. I’m the gingerbread man.” The little gingerbread boys and girls rolled their eyes in disbelief. Who would run away from a kind old woman in a warm, cozy home, anyways? It…
There was a time when my day was filled with difficult people. And, in the interest of honesty, I may, just may, have been a difficult person. Maybe. Let’s just say that my career in the pharmaceutical industry involved a lot of conflict and a lot of strong people with strong opinions.
Lately, a certainTweeter in the news keeps reminding me of a valuable set of tapes I listened to and share: “Coping with Difficult People,” by Robert M. Bramson PhD. Although Bramson describes several personality traits that may become difficult, the ones I have the most trouble with are the Sherman Tanks, Exploders, and Snipers, all aggressive types of behaviors.
Sherman Tanks are people who run roughshod, bluster, and bully.
Exploders, well, they explode in an angry tirade;
Snipers hit with sarcasm and humor from behind cover.
Twitter is a great place for Sherman Tanks. The most common response is to try to fight fire with fire. Bramson point out the error of this response. He says that even if you win, it turns a Sherman Tank into a Sniper, also happy Twitter users. Continue reading Coping with Difficult People
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. It’s been a rollercoaster back-end of 2016, with the Cubs World Series win almost obliterated by a political season that left be bewildered and bothered.
I’m blessed to be in a family where discourse is the common course, and disagreement opens minds, instead of fostering hate.
I had a great time watching the Cubs win, and sharing the victory with Mom, while hanging on the phone with Loved-One. Technology can be so wonderful. Yes, phones and TVs are old technology. Still, I can remember when a long-distance call was for serious matters, and we listened to ball games on the radio (My science class gave up studying to listen to the Tigers, back in 7th grade.) Plus, I met a new Cleveland friend through a friendly wager. Can’t wait to claim my tour of Cleveland winnings from Jena.)
A Ship of Pearl and The Fable of Little Tzurie are published and getting great reviews, and at the same time, helping the hungry and the homeless.
I made new friends through my Clown Car Geniuses, IWOC, and CWC. All who help me grow, keep me grounded, and fill me with optimism. I hope I do the same for them.
A new part-time job fell in my lap by just asking if I could help. It may be temporary, and it may be more. Time will tell. In the meantime, I like this comment, “You bring a peacefulness to the office.
I have an incredibly healthy, intelligent, and for the most part, happy family. I feel like their love provides a marvelous safety net and allows me to risk, to fail, and to try new things, because no matter what, I have people who will be there to pick me up, dust me off, and get me going again.
My It’s almost here. Christmas. Well, for me, it’s been here. A IWOC party, an ASQ party, a Crandell party (via FaceTime for me, because of the weather,) a Rez Book Club party. Next is Christmas Eve at CeCi’s, Christmas morning at Wrestler #2’s, and Christmas evening at the Durkees’. Wait, wait. We’ve got more. a New Year’s sleepover with the sweetheart dozen (grandkids, that is) and a relaxing almost all day celebration with the whole gang of direct descendants. What’s in your lens this week. Please leave a link below and let me take a…