Just beyond my grasp
A couple of potentially unrelated thoughts:
Many of my friends who are in the corporate world seem to be having the same issues. Work is becoming increasingly stressful, and
Companies are seeming to be less employee friendly with the resounding gong ringing "quit your whining and stop acting so entitled". It could just be that we're all moving up into the more political stratosphere of the job and were blissfully ignorant before, which is leading to
Identity crisis seem to be the name of the game lately. What path am I on? I've spent years mastering this one but it's not too late to change. (With the unspoken thought that soon it WILL be too late to change). Is this just because of
Hitting the 30 mark seems to go hand in hand with revisiting "What do I want to be when I grow up?"
I've always respected my parents, but having kids makes me appreciate them in new ways every day (no surprise). Little did I realize that emptying the dishwasher, grocery shopping, and doing laundry were actually profound
Acts of love and giving have been on my mind a lot lately. The stress with work has caused me to take stock of my life and remember how incredibly lucky I am, and how many people there are who are literally starving or homeless, or working a soul-crushing and mind-numbing job just to pay the bills. Keeps me thinking
"First world problems" has the been the phrase of day. How asinine to have a blog (life) devoted to family and work and travel and house renovations in the face of that. Is it wrong to spend so much time and effort pursuing these things when maybe I should just give it all away? Which leads me to an article I just read on
Moses Musaazi is who I want to be when I grow up. As the headline says, "He's an inventor, entrepreneur, fixer of things that are broken in the troubled country of Uganda." I don't need be rich and famous, but I would like to fix some serious social problems with such elegant solutions. And getting rich or being a true entrepreneur seems to require much more
Dedication has been lacking in my triathlon training, and I am definitely feeling the failure. It was a no-brainer to cut back as other things came up, but I've now missed my first 2 races, lost the killer kick ass feeling I had not so long ago, and am sad to watch my friends compete without me.
It's Mother's Day this week and a friend posted this incredibly touching photo/poem on FB. I had to chuckle because it is not written by someone currently raising toddlers. The air of patience they assign to the now elderly mother is certainly nothing like our house in the evenings. Repeated question and bath time fights are generally met with frustration and impatience. And yes I am aware that
This time goes so fast. I get stopped occasionally by someone older and reminded to savor this time with my babies, which inevitably makes me ache with sadness. That surely can't be what they intended, but really, what did they intend? The nostalgia (and sometimes regret) they telegraph makes me feel like I can never do it right and that we are all doomed to wish for this time back, even though we were too busy and harried to really enjoy it. On the other hand, I try as hard as anybody to be fully present for my
Life is about chapters for me. I do not pine for childhood, or college days, or any other chapter because they were wonderful and amazing, but if I am wishing to be there it means I do not fully want to be HERE. Close it, move on, enjoy the memories and the pictures.
Those are my marbles, they've been rattling around, I'm glad to let them loose.
Many of my friends who are in the corporate world seem to be having the same issues. Work is becoming increasingly stressful, and
Companies are seeming to be less employee friendly with the resounding gong ringing "quit your whining and stop acting so entitled". It could just be that we're all moving up into the more political stratosphere of the job and were blissfully ignorant before, which is leading to
Identity crisis seem to be the name of the game lately. What path am I on? I've spent years mastering this one but it's not too late to change. (With the unspoken thought that soon it WILL be too late to change). Is this just because of
Hitting the 30 mark seems to go hand in hand with revisiting "What do I want to be when I grow up?"
I've always respected my parents, but having kids makes me appreciate them in new ways every day (no surprise). Little did I realize that emptying the dishwasher, grocery shopping, and doing laundry were actually profound
Acts of love and giving have been on my mind a lot lately. The stress with work has caused me to take stock of my life and remember how incredibly lucky I am, and how many people there are who are literally starving or homeless, or working a soul-crushing and mind-numbing job just to pay the bills. Keeps me thinking
"First world problems" has the been the phrase of day. How asinine to have a blog (life) devoted to family and work and travel and house renovations in the face of that. Is it wrong to spend so much time and effort pursuing these things when maybe I should just give it all away? Which leads me to an article I just read on
Moses Musaazi is who I want to be when I grow up. As the headline says, "He's an inventor, entrepreneur, fixer of things that are broken in the troubled country of Uganda." I don't need be rich and famous, but I would like to fix some serious social problems with such elegant solutions. And getting rich or being a true entrepreneur seems to require much more
Dedication has been lacking in my triathlon training, and I am definitely feeling the failure. It was a no-brainer to cut back as other things came up, but I've now missed my first 2 races, lost the killer kick ass feeling I had not so long ago, and am sad to watch my friends compete without me.
It's Mother's Day this week and a friend posted this incredibly touching photo/poem on FB. I had to chuckle because it is not written by someone currently raising toddlers. The air of patience they assign to the now elderly mother is certainly nothing like our house in the evenings. Repeated question and bath time fights are generally met with frustration and impatience. And yes I am aware that
This time goes so fast. I get stopped occasionally by someone older and reminded to savor this time with my babies, which inevitably makes me ache with sadness. That surely can't be what they intended, but really, what did they intend? The nostalgia (and sometimes regret) they telegraph makes me feel like I can never do it right and that we are all doomed to wish for this time back, even though we were too busy and harried to really enjoy it. On the other hand, I try as hard as anybody to be fully present for my
Life is about chapters for me. I do not pine for childhood, or college days, or any other chapter because they were wonderful and amazing, but if I am wishing to be there it means I do not fully want to be HERE. Close it, move on, enjoy the memories and the pictures.
Those are my marbles, they've been rattling around, I'm glad to let them loose.
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