Um

yes, not feeling so determined today.

I have just had 2 days of a photo shoot. That was nice. I was handling duties there while also handling 2 or 3 other jobs. And I just don't feel appreciated. Oh well. I could be living in the DR Congo, like my sponsored child, Gloire.

Life is different

The job is getting better. It's in an upward spiral. The issue is that my boss doesn't understand what she hired me to do. I have really only just realized this as deeply as it is true.

So I need a whole heaping helping of humility to be able to teach her while reporting to her. I think I can. I think I can.

There's less money coming in, and the expense of a 45-mile round-trip commute. There's fewer hours with the kids and not enough energy or goodwill left in me at the end of the day to help with the household chores.

So, do I work on accepting that my house will be messy or do I work on accepting that I have to clean it?

I don't have time for myself or meetings. Although, I have managed to grab the odd one on line or on the weekend.

I am ever so grateful, though. Just to have a job. And, if I can nurture these Creatives at work, empower them, release them from the shackles they've been laboring under, and I think I can, then I will be so happy, and so ready for a great big new wonderful job in a few years.

So, I will hunker down, nurture serenity, nurture humility, nurture creativity and let the fear go.

remind you of anything?

Gwen Verdon Fosse Original 60


Homage here.

Banging and pulling

Son gave me a bash in the nose with his big heavy skull. It throbbed for 3 days. It doesn't help that (I think) I broke it once when I fell on my face after drinking heavily. It did come out straighter after that incident, so all's well that ends well.
But the other thing is that Son has been treating my breast like an outboard motor. So all in all I'm pretty beat up this week.

A great weekend

is being had by all.

I passed my driver's test. I had to take a sponsor. So I took my sponsor. She had to sit in the back of the car while I did my test. I have no idea why.

Then I went for a massage. Then board games with friends as the rain began.

Now it's Sunday and Daughter is dictating me her story: The Lives of the Dinosaurs of the Sky."

Yesterday Was the Health Care Speech

Mambo Dance, apparently.

The didgeridoo is an everyday presence in our home. And I often give Daughter a ballet lesson. So this is what happens sometimes.