Only in Italy do the train doors not open upon arrival at the platform. Only in Italy do you need an instruction manual to get from point A to point B. Only in Italy can I be so scared of a train… shall I say scared… yup, scared just about covers it. In order to get from point A, Latina, to point B, Buonconvento, I had to take two trains, there was no direct train. For the love of God,…
This song makes me happy! It is hard not to tap my toes, sing along and dance a little in my chair. The tune is catchy, the lyrics align and it happens to be from the movie Zootopia… A trifecta! Enjoy!
The Universe listens and sends you what you ask for even though you didn’t consciously ask. When I was younger I said I wanted to work at a grocery store because I liked to push buttons, I know, not a lofty goal. Eventually I worked at a department store when there was no scanning, lots of buttons to push. Years later a job at Shaws crossed my path, not at the register, but the deli department. I can only attribute…
For all of my many, many, years of working I have never been on a normal work week, the standard Monday through Friday. My days off were in the beginning of the week, the middle of the week, close to the end of the week but never on the “weekend”. Everything is based on the “weekend”. The weather people (for the few times they are accurate) gear the week of forecasts for the weekend. “The weather is looking good…
~ For every year you work, it takes one month to de-compress ~ Is it possible for your physical body to purge a toxic environment? To be able to release what has been absorbed through the systems of the body ~ physically, emotionally, spiritually, stressfully? When I removed myself from my toxic twelve year work marathon, I was not sure what to expect but I think I expected a lot. I expected to be different. I expected to act different….
High tolerance for pain? What does that mean exactly and how does one know if they have it? Pain is subjective after all. After minor elbow surgery I was told I must have a high tolerance based on the internal issues of the elbow and my ability to use my arm at all before the surgery. I think I have a high tolerance based on the ankle incident. I tripped down the stairs, missed two steps, landed on the side…
I recently turned, really more of a becoming and a growing into than a turning, the big five-0. It signifies a lot to make it to 50, it’s a milestone, an achievement an “Oh my god where did 50 years of my life go and what the hell have I done and what the hell am I doing?” moment. It is a lot to take in when you stop and think about it… and I stopped to think about it….
Breaking up with my life is not going to be as easy. Like all bad relationships, I stayed too long and I don’t want to be the bad guy. If only my life had broken up with me first, this would be so much easier. “It’s not you, it’s me, you have been a fine life for 50 years… it’s just not working anymore. I am so sorry but I need to move on and you need to move out.”…
All relationships have there ups and downs but this one has been going on for way too long. On the surface it all seemed to be going well and then it just kinda stopped being OK. “It’s not that bad, it could be worse, there are some occasional bright spots,” became the game I played in my head. Talking myself in and out and up and down. Going with the flow, avoiding the obvious questions for fear of what might…