Monday, January 26, 2009
Random pictures and a really happy, good day.
I woke up feeling so happy this morning. I haven't felt like this in, gosh maybe ever?! It has stayed with me so far and it is almost 2 in the afternoon. What is the cause of this vibrating with excitement state of being? Have I found a stash of happy pills? Nope. Did I win the lottery? I wish. Have I taken a "lover*"? Hell, no. What could make me this happy? A book. Before some of you get all excited and start thinking I got religion finally, it isn't THAT book. I hate to sound all chirpy and stuff but, I rarely feel this excited and full of hope. NOT EVEN FOR OBAMA did I get this giddy and that is saying something. OK, I am getting to the title, but I have to preface it with a little bit of background info. I have been struggling to find my niche. My place in the overall scheme of things. I have lots of interests. Many, many interests. I have been known to jump head first into a subject and live and breathe it until one day POOF! No more interest. I have successfully learned how to do many things. Some I do return to, others I don't. I get the heebie jeebies when I think about doing the same thing day in and day out. This is highly ironic considering I have been at the same job for almost 20 years. The thing is, I didn't choose this job, it was supposed to for a year or so. It isn't my calling, not my raison d'etre. Let's see what else can I say? I've watched friends, relatives and classmates all decide what it is they want to be when they grow up and gotten on with their lives. I have felt like a dog running after the family car as they move away. Hey guys, I am here! Wanna take an art class with me? Want to learn how to juggle? Want to....???? I have been labeled a dilettante, someone who just can't stick to anything (which is so not true), indecisive and a loser. That last one is what I've called myself for years. Until now. I have been reading Refuse to Choose by Barbara Sher. I just got it this weekend after reading a post from last week (the 16th) at Selena's blog. It is rocking my world. I have so many things I want to say, but really I want to get back to the book. I will write more soon.
*Do not in anyway shape or form use the word "lover" around me with a sexual connotation, except in a joking manner or in the phrase He/She is a lover not a fighter.**
**Actually not even in that phrase.
*** It's OK to say Oh, that cat/dog/parakeet/horse/fill in the blank is such a lover.
That does not make my skin crawl. Unless the above mentioned critter is an object of lust and then, well my friend, you've got issues. Alrighty then, enough high spirits for now. More soon.