This is one of those times when I remember that I have a blog, a very unused blog, but it's still here and so I am, so maybe I can write more in the future. I'm not sure I've ever worried whether people are reading it or not, which is probably good since who knows if anyone does. But sometimes you just want to put things out there into the world and have that cathartic experience and blogs are definitely good for that.
My brain has been all mixed up with so many things this past week and the capper today was learning that a friend and colleague passed away last night. If I am not handling it well, I know that tomorrow at the office is going to be simply horrible. I've been trying to divert myself all day from thinking about it and where I'd usually turn to food to make me feel better, I'm planning to lace up my shoes and get out and get moving once I type up this blog. I need fresh air and time with my thoughts and with God. So many things going on that I just do not understand and God hasn't been providing any clear answers so my brain refuses to shut down. Maybe soon.
That said, I usually make loud noises about it being the "Month of Shannon" in October since my birthday was the 15th, but with the SC floods a few weeks ago, I haven't been quite myself. I was fortunate enough not to have lost home or property, but it was impossible not to have been effected by things. My days, weeks, seem to have been thrown off and now the month is nearly done and I can hardly remember any of it happening at all.
I did manage to have a very nice birthday though. Or at least the day after. My birthday itself was quite normal and dull, but I am not complaining. I had to work and usually I take the day off, so I really celebrated the day after with a fabulous bucket list concert - getting to see Night Ranger perform live! I've loved them for over 30 years so finally seeing them live was a dream (melodramatic to call it that, but such is life and such am I).
Just a bonus that it was also Foreigner and Def Leppard headlining the bill. Four hours of hits with three great bands. You can't complain about that.
With strange things afoot (and nary a Circle K in sight), I declared to a co-worker last week that this year, between my 44th and 45th birthdays, would be the "Year of Yes". Meaning that I would take advantage of opportunities that come my way by saying "yes" whenever possible. That's how I ended up buying Jackson Browne concert tickets the other day when I'm not sure how many Jackson Browne songs I can actually name. But I know enough about the man and his music to know that I didn't want to miss his acoustic tour coming through town in a few months, so tickets were purchased, a friend secured to attend, and in January we'll be sitting there enjoying the show.
I can't say exactly how I am defining the "Year of Yes" (or if it should really be subject to much of a definition), but I'll work it out as I go along. Mostly it's just being open to what comes along. I am very much a homebody. I like to come home after work and crash with a good book and some dinner and get to bed early. I love sleep, so more is merrier to me. I have friends, but most are married and have kids, so as a single person it can be a challenge to find people who want to go places and do things. But again, I'm happy to be at home. It's just not conducive to, well, doing more than being at home alone watching TV. Making friends gets harder with age and all the commitments that come with being an adult, so giving myself a push out into the world can't be a bad thing.
I have at least one friend who always asks if I am dating anyone, so let me just say that I date once every 10 years. That's how it seems to go (because it's hard to date when no one asks you), so right now I'm good until 2020. I don't foresee that changing in the coming year, but if asked, I suppose I'd say yes. That sounds bad, doesn't it? "I suppose I'd say yes", like it's a burden to have someone want to date you. You have to draw the line somewhere and usually I do that at ritual sacrifice, so yeah, going on a date would be a yes, but please no one hold their breath on that one. History proves that I am just not a girl that men are attracted to and want to date. At least not men that I am attracted to and I believe that it has to be mutual. But it's ok. I roll with it.
The weekend has basically slipped away from me now, so I should get up and get out. Hell, I might even run a little bit. It's like I'm a pod person since I lost some weight, but in the best way possible. I'm down 35 pounds now and never thought I would be able to make that happen. I'm sure people are tired of seeing me post about it on Facebook, but if there is ONE person out there in the world who can see that I have been able to do this and finds even a tiny bit of motivation, then it's worth it.
Oh wait. Someone on social media just said it was 80 degrees and humid outside. Um...I hate that kind of weather. Maybe the walking/running thing will have to wait for another day, while I go dust and empty the trash. Yep. Living an exciting life right here baby, but hey, it's the Year of Yes. Anything can happen, right? Maybe just about anything at all if I'm willing to take a chance and say yes.
My brain has been all mixed up with so many things this past week and the capper today was learning that a friend and colleague passed away last night. If I am not handling it well, I know that tomorrow at the office is going to be simply horrible. I've been trying to divert myself all day from thinking about it and where I'd usually turn to food to make me feel better, I'm planning to lace up my shoes and get out and get moving once I type up this blog. I need fresh air and time with my thoughts and with God. So many things going on that I just do not understand and God hasn't been providing any clear answers so my brain refuses to shut down. Maybe soon.
That said, I usually make loud noises about it being the "Month of Shannon" in October since my birthday was the 15th, but with the SC floods a few weeks ago, I haven't been quite myself. I was fortunate enough not to have lost home or property, but it was impossible not to have been effected by things. My days, weeks, seem to have been thrown off and now the month is nearly done and I can hardly remember any of it happening at all.
I did manage to have a very nice birthday though. Or at least the day after. My birthday itself was quite normal and dull, but I am not complaining. I had to work and usually I take the day off, so I really celebrated the day after with a fabulous bucket list concert - getting to see Night Ranger perform live! I've loved them for over 30 years so finally seeing them live was a dream (melodramatic to call it that, but such is life and such am I).
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| Hello boys, I love you!! Such a great birthday gift to see them perform "When You Close Your Eyes" live. I pretended it was all just for me. I know it was. I just know it. |
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| Def Leppard, rockin' their hits. Loved the show and this band! Now I'm on a kick of updating my DL CD library with 3 on the way this week. Can't ever have too much good music, right? Right! |
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| Cake. Sometimes it's what's for breakfast. Not my birthday cake, but since I didn't have cake on my actual birthday, this seemed like a good idea. Or at least an idea that was totally going to happen. |
I can't say exactly how I am defining the "Year of Yes" (or if it should really be subject to much of a definition), but I'll work it out as I go along. Mostly it's just being open to what comes along. I am very much a homebody. I like to come home after work and crash with a good book and some dinner and get to bed early. I love sleep, so more is merrier to me. I have friends, but most are married and have kids, so as a single person it can be a challenge to find people who want to go places and do things. But again, I'm happy to be at home. It's just not conducive to, well, doing more than being at home alone watching TV. Making friends gets harder with age and all the commitments that come with being an adult, so giving myself a push out into the world can't be a bad thing.
I have at least one friend who always asks if I am dating anyone, so let me just say that I date once every 10 years. That's how it seems to go (because it's hard to date when no one asks you), so right now I'm good until 2020. I don't foresee that changing in the coming year, but if asked, I suppose I'd say yes. That sounds bad, doesn't it? "I suppose I'd say yes", like it's a burden to have someone want to date you. You have to draw the line somewhere and usually I do that at ritual sacrifice, so yeah, going on a date would be a yes, but please no one hold their breath on that one. History proves that I am just not a girl that men are attracted to and want to date. At least not men that I am attracted to and I believe that it has to be mutual. But it's ok. I roll with it.
The weekend has basically slipped away from me now, so I should get up and get out. Hell, I might even run a little bit. It's like I'm a pod person since I lost some weight, but in the best way possible. I'm down 35 pounds now and never thought I would be able to make that happen. I'm sure people are tired of seeing me post about it on Facebook, but if there is ONE person out there in the world who can see that I have been able to do this and finds even a tiny bit of motivation, then it's worth it.
Oh wait. Someone on social media just said it was 80 degrees and humid outside. Um...I hate that kind of weather. Maybe the walking/running thing will have to wait for another day, while I go dust and empty the trash. Yep. Living an exciting life right here baby, but hey, it's the Year of Yes. Anything can happen, right? Maybe just about anything at all if I'm willing to take a chance and say yes.
2 comments:
Good for you! I do try to say yes more often than when I was younger. I'm not held back to doing things by myself. My only crutch still is my strong dislike of driving outside my comfort zone. I will try to do better with that this year. I will credit you with any success as my inspiration.
Don't count too much on me just yet. I get a wild notion and then it dies of in a few weeks or months. I just know I have to push myself, so push I shall. We'll see how long it lasts or how much trouble it might get me into.
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