Picture me doing the flailing arms and legs Muppet dance, okay? Got it? Great. Kids in town, kids in town, kids in town! Really, I am beyond happy. EVERYONE will be at dinner tomorrow!
Now, for the downside. Half an hour before midnight, on Thanksgiving night, I (and tons of other working poor) have to leave our families and go work retail shifts. If any one in JulieLand knows people who shop this bullshit, tell them for me, and my loved ones, and all the other minimum wage earners:
STOP THIS FUCKING INSANITY! NOW!
If nobody participated, nobody would have to work these events. No, we don’t get any sort of special or extra compensation. Just the same few pennies we make all the other days and nights and weekends.
Stepping off of my soapbox now, and heading back towards that serene and peaceful realm of the metaphysical. Where commercialism isn’t quite so obnoxious. (Or at least, not so in-your-face, anyway.)
The message I woke up with was pretty intense, and not all together pleasant today. It was, however, very valuable and clear:
no situation is so dire that being hurtfully deceptive is the solution.
It is true that we can’t live our entire lives being completely open and honest, we’re flawed creatures, that isn’t even possible. What IS do-able though, is to avoid causing someone else pain and being intentionally deceitful.
Dan and I were talking this afternoon, about a friend of ours. A man we both truly care about, but who we also worry over. He’s very unsatisfied, with everything. Like being honest, being unhappy is a choice.
Reacting and replying in a negative tone, or a complaining manner is something we can or cannot choose to do. Being positive and kind, pleasant and polite, are options we can select any time we like. But we have to know that both ways are differing paths, bringing us differing results.
On our card altar today, we can apply this idea to the daily draw message. Making that choice. (And you know how I feel about Choice.)
Set a goal, write it down, and release the outcome.
Small steps make a big difference.”
Also, this is illustration. I adore it. Calm, with warmth and hope. All things I strive for.
Self-Care Cards by Cheryl Richardson
was to the pool and back. It was not below freezing, in either direction, so I didn’t wear my shoes, for any of the 3.87 miles/23 minutes and 15 seconds. Average pace was up nicely, at 10 MPH.
Today’s Instagram Sharing:
in case you aren’t following me over there, I began with this view.
Before I left for my class, while Dan began his pie creating, I made the guest bed. For our guests.
At every step along the way, with each layer I added, he was there. Being help-y, as always.
a newer Georgia plate we’d never seen before, it might have had a peach on it.