Every year, or almost every year, my family leaves for the weekend to go hunting. I get hounded by my husband to go along to visit family because he loves all of us being together but I selfishly decline. I LOVE a weekend alone with myself. Don't get me wrong. Love my husband. Loves my kids. But I love myself too and sometimes I need to nurture my soul. A big bed to myself. No supper time rush after work. I can listen to my music and watch my shows on TV. I can visit with my friends or check in on my grandparents. The point is, I can do whatever I want to do minus a need-to list shuffled in the mix.
So during my marvelous weekend I:
Friday
* Left work early cuz my boss said I could (bonus!)
* Spontaneously met my dear friend for a few beers and great conversation
* Slept in the middle of my bed with no fan on (hubby always has to have it on) and the window wide open
Saturday
* Sat on the beach and watched the sunrise with my dog
* Raked some leaves
* Changed the air filter and the brake light on my car
* Went shopping and FINALLY bought myself a pair of tall black boots and a pair of running shoes
* Visited my grampa, aunt, and cousin. Stayed for supper.
* Listened to some music and sang loud with the windows open
* Made popcorn and watched a movie on Netflix
Sunday
* Made cinnamon rolls
* Took a walk with my dog in the woods
* Drank a glass of wine and watched an episode of Revenge
* Went for a long bike ride
* Drank another glass of glass of wine and watched more Revenge
* Sent an email to my supervisor and told her I would be late to work in the morning (she knew this might happen; it's not from the wine!)
I am refreshed and recharged. Life. Is. Good.
October 13, 2013
October 6, 2013
Cooking Marathon
So I got it in my head that since the weather was not so great I would cook all day. Maybe because I had just watched an episode of Rachael Ray's Week in One Day. Surprisingly, I don't feel that wiped out. Even better, I don't have to cook for the next few days.
I have cooked, cleaned dishes, and blogged. Now I can rest. Hopefully there's a good movie on tonight!
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| Double batch of banana bread |
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| Macaroni and cheese |
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| Mini turkey meatloaves |
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| Pasty pie |
I have cooked, cleaned dishes, and blogged. Now I can rest. Hopefully there's a good movie on tonight!
September 27, 2013
Enjoy the Seasons
I really enjoyed one of Nienie's recent posts on enjoying the seasons. Check it out.
http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2013/09/my-season.html
I have to remember this in my life when things get hectic.
http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2013/09/my-season.html
I have to remember this in my life when things get hectic.
September 16, 2013
Changing Jobs
I have been working in the same office for eight years. Let's see...where was I in my life eight years ago? My daughter was seven years old and in the second grade. My son was two years old and in diapers or pull-ups. We were living in a cramped 2-bedroom apartment and this job couldn't have happened at a better time for my family. We were on food stamps and three denied mortgage applications away from finally owning our own home. I had tried for four years to get a job at this place and it had finally happened. Shortly after, my husband got hired here there as well.
I loved my job. It was the first time I woke up for work and actually looked forward to going. Always something different to do, great supervisors and, most of all, great office gals. They quickly became friends and not just co-workers. We laughed and cried together. We made fun of each other. We hung out together. I could have easily made that my forever office.
But a little over a year ago, I started feeling restless. Suddenly I wasn't as enthusiastic to go to work in the morning. The people hadn't changed nor had my responsibilities really. I just had this gnawing feeling that I needed a breath of fresh air. But change is scary, Kristi! You want to start all over someplace else?! You are out your mind, girl. Yes, self, I was terrified. I knew damn well it would not be the same in any other office and there was a big chance that I would work for some total block heads. Was I too far gone and far too comfortable to take the chance?
I posted for two jobs without success. The third interest came along and at the last minute I decided to throw my name in the hat. Long story short, the interview was super. Fairly new department head, brand new supervisor. I wasn't nervous at all during the interview and felt very comfortable. I couldn't deny the positivity floating through the air. I went home that night very excited but then I called a friend crying with fear. The fear! The fucking fear! It kept creeping up on me. When the sun came up the next day, though, I managed to find my girl balls again and accepted the job. I did it because in the end, fear was the only reason I would have turned down the job.
I will always love my old department. I have loved that place since I was a student worker. I didn't leave because I hated it. The need for change and the need to fight my fear drove my choice. I'll miss the people terribly. I can't even look at that building yet but I know that will change. I know the friendships I made will last. I know my new job will provide me more money, more opportunity to take time off in the summer, and will provide a little less stressful environment for me. I feel good knowing that I did everything I could have in my old job. I made an impact and it made an impact on me.
So onward and forward I go. To the next chapter. You may not know, but my 40th year is approaching fast. Perhaps this is the first of many changes to come. I hope so. I need to find myself. I need to find more happiness. I need more open doors of opportunity and I know I won't have a chance in hell if I let fear win.
I loved my job. It was the first time I woke up for work and actually looked forward to going. Always something different to do, great supervisors and, most of all, great office gals. They quickly became friends and not just co-workers. We laughed and cried together. We made fun of each other. We hung out together. I could have easily made that my forever office.
But a little over a year ago, I started feeling restless. Suddenly I wasn't as enthusiastic to go to work in the morning. The people hadn't changed nor had my responsibilities really. I just had this gnawing feeling that I needed a breath of fresh air. But change is scary, Kristi! You want to start all over someplace else?! You are out your mind, girl. Yes, self, I was terrified. I knew damn well it would not be the same in any other office and there was a big chance that I would work for some total block heads. Was I too far gone and far too comfortable to take the chance?
I posted for two jobs without success. The third interest came along and at the last minute I decided to throw my name in the hat. Long story short, the interview was super. Fairly new department head, brand new supervisor. I wasn't nervous at all during the interview and felt very comfortable. I couldn't deny the positivity floating through the air. I went home that night very excited but then I called a friend crying with fear. The fear! The fucking fear! It kept creeping up on me. When the sun came up the next day, though, I managed to find my girl balls again and accepted the job. I did it because in the end, fear was the only reason I would have turned down the job.
I will always love my old department. I have loved that place since I was a student worker. I didn't leave because I hated it. The need for change and the need to fight my fear drove my choice. I'll miss the people terribly. I can't even look at that building yet but I know that will change. I know the friendships I made will last. I know my new job will provide me more money, more opportunity to take time off in the summer, and will provide a little less stressful environment for me. I feel good knowing that I did everything I could have in my old job. I made an impact and it made an impact on me.
So onward and forward I go. To the next chapter. You may not know, but my 40th year is approaching fast. Perhaps this is the first of many changes to come. I hope so. I need to find myself. I need to find more happiness. I need more open doors of opportunity and I know I won't have a chance in hell if I let fear win.
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