Anniversary

Twenty-two years together... He looks over at me and says, "Look at you. What's not to love about you?"

And so much springs to mind... But does that really matter?

I guess not.

:)

Working it...

Storylane asked: What is the most difficult part of your job? The most fun?

I have been a social worker for just about half of my life, and have many experiences both good and bad to last me the next half of my life. It's a job whose demands continually  change... and there is the answer to the question, "What is the most difficult part of your job? The most fun?"

This is not just true of social work, I realize, we are forever evolving and changing, therefore our professions (for the most part) follow suit, but I believe that the way we handle and adapt to the changes we face is what defines "difficult" or "fun." I look at the obstacles in front of me as a personal challenge to discover the resources I have within and around me. A test of some sort that flushes out ideas and emotions I may not have realized I possess. I never come out of a difficult situation without having learned something valuable. Of course this can be emotionally draining, and physically exhausting sometimes, but managing that is a lesson as well, no? Finding the balance in life to not only exist, but thrive.

Now as far as fun goes, that's easy. I love to laugh and have a pretty decent sense of humor. It's been the saving grace in  my life many times. I'm also incredibly blessed to be surrounded by some amazing professionals who feel the same way, which hasn't always been the case. I keep it "fun" by maintaining boundaries, being open and honest, keeping my ego in check, and by not participating in the office drama. I hold true to my personal and professional mission of helping others and as long as I hold that ideal in the forefront of my mind, things seems to go smoothly.

Of course if I hit the lottery I'm leaving it all behind for a rum-filled coconut on a beach in Bora Bora...but in the meantime...

"Fun" and "difficult" truly depend on how you work it.... ;)

(published at Storylane)

I used to...

I used to define myself as someone on the brink of either greatness or catastrophe... But now I know which one it is... And it starts with a "g".

too close

I am too close to the dream not to pull it down and devour it. I'm tired of dancing under its teasing canopy, fearing it will crash down, crushing me without fully realizing it. Fuck it. Why can't I rip it out of the stratosphere and own it? There's no answer to that question because there is no reason I cannot take it, have it, own it, be it.... It's time to push back. Get out of this painted corner and slide into the light.

and slide I will .... :)

Going mobile

I've been blogging from my iPhone. There's an app for that.

And speaking of which, there is an app for just about everything you can possibly imagine and even more for the things you can't. I have become quite dependent on my little hand held friend and I find myself consulting it for everything...where to eat dinner, what to wear, how to get there, what to bring, who to bring. And when it's not telling me exactly what to do and where to do it, I'm using it to document and publish my life for the world to see.

I wonder if I could turn it off for a whole day and rough it using only the knowledge currently in my head to make my decisions. It would be an interesting experiment.

Let's see what the magic 8 ball app says about it...

Going home...

We had a successful vacation.

We are all in tact, healthy, tanned, a few extra pounds heavier and are heading home.

I am a thankful mamma.

I'm also an exhausted mamma ready for a vacation.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Bananas

What's it like parenting a teenager (with an injured brain) you wonder?

It's a barrel of monkeys!

Well actually, it's like a barrel of cute, cuddly, clinging, rabid monkeys with bipolar and attention deficit disorder who constantly want your full attention so they can either hug and kiss you or scream in your face to shut the fu*k up.

Yea that about sums it up.

And how does one deal with such an interesting creature? With love and patience of course!

And vodka.... Plenty of vodka....

Here's to bananas....