Due Date, February 1st, cut off time for college application.
Why or why do kids leave things until the last minute.
Applying to College/University, at the same time as Grade Twelve exams is likely enough to give a kid a nervous breakdown. On top of this, a job presently that isn't even giving her enough hours to pay for her link to life, the Blackberry, and, finally concluding that there is not enough days left for her to get her driver's license before attending College, if she is even accepted.
It is mind boggling for them to try to figure out what they will do with the rest of their lives. Parents can try to give them some coaching, but ultimately, it is their choice, their life.
All she really knows for sure is, "I want to work with people", not just children, although she would enjoy counselling children who are going through divorce.
I try really hard to not push my ideas upon her, and just give her options.
She did visit her favorite Coach/Guidance Counselor today for a little advice, and some words of wisdom to assure her that ever teenager her age, is going through the same thing, and came away with a more positive outlook. She soon realized that Guidance Counselors are also available in Colleges/Universities.
Questions, shall I go to college close by?, Shall I live in residence? Will I meet friends? Will I be happy? Have I chose the right course? Will I be accepted? Did I wait too late? Where do I get the money? Can I work part-time? When will I now get my license now that I know I can't possibly get it by September? Where are my friends going? Where can I find a better job to make more money soon? Should I date my ex again? The trials and tribulations of teenagers.
As adults with somewhat clearer minds, at least we think so, we can take all this step by step, setting goals. Teenagers with disorganized brains tend to have an "I will get to it" attitude.
After meeting with her counselor, she came home more anxious to explore her options, jumped on the internet excited at the prospect of new opportunity. She is leaning towards Social Service Worker, a two year program with the option of continuing toward her Bachelor of Social Work. Now wouldn't that be something to be proud of? I'm proud already, two wonderfully beautiful, kind girls. If they are not ready to leave the nest quite yet, Momma's cradle will hold her a little longer, and when they do, home will always be the place they can come back to, where they feel loved with no questions asked.
Is she ready for such big choices? Are we ever ready? Big choices continue throughout our life. Most people have five careers over their life time. Don't fret it girlie, take one day at a time. Momma loves and will always be here to catch you when you fall.
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
What does ABS mean to you?
They say things happen in three's. Sometimes I wonder if a fourth comes along, does that mean a new threesome is happening. If so, I must be closing in really soon on a dozen.
Let me tell you, it has been one of those weeks. We, our family has been doing renovations. Never in a million years would I have thought that the myriad of difficulties would arise. ...and to think the initial plan was to just change some faucets. Let me give you a break down, before I have my own breakdown.
Since we are replacing the faucets, why not replace the whole crappy vanity, as it was really ugly. I thought it would be much nicer with a pedestal sink. Rip it out.
Upon ripping it out, the floor underneath was found to be rotten. O.K. a new floor, rip out three layers of tiles. Yes, we live a really old home/cottage barn style 1930's home, perhaps earlier. Also, behind the vanity that was ripped out, the walls were very old as well. Hmmm, now, do we really use that tub? Answer, No. Do we have a tub downstairs and a hot tub, Answer yes. Guess what is coming out next? Goodbye tub, goodbye walls. And while I'm at crowbarring the walls down, I accidently slipped, and poked a hole in the drop ceiling. What the hell, it may as well come down too. So there we were three months ago with a bare bones bathroom.
Luckily, Randy is some what of a do-it-yourself man, just takes a little longer figuring it out, but saves us a ton of money. I must mention he also has to put up with my lack of patience and appreciation. I just get so tired of the ongoing mess. Three weeks later, he had the plumbing back together after putting in a floor. The space appears much bigger, and a chimney was exposed. It is rather a funky feature.
Oh yes, I almost forgot that in between removing the bath tub and shower system, naturally the water was turned off. But the shower head was not, so you can well imagine what happened when Randy turned the water back on from the basement two floors below. I had left to pick up the girls. The water poured down between the floors, into my kitchen cupboards, and into the basement where Randy stood. He called out for me not knowing I had left, but knowing before I left I was using his shop vac. Getting no answer, he flew up the stairs envisioning me electrocuted on the floor. Once again, not impressed on my arrival home as water poured from the kitchen ceiling. And you think this is bad?
After two weeks, the plumbing from the upstairs washroom backed up. Plumber one called, they could not fix, billed anyway. Plumber two put in an access point that was useless, as they could not get through with any type of snake. Billed anyway. Don't forget, our vacation is booked for Dec. 4th, and Christmas is just around the corner, and I have completed my one year contract, and am now dropped to five hours weekly. Isn't life grand? Action: Put all on hold, we ARE gong on vacation.
Now the middle of January, best get back to the plumbing problem. Remember, we live in an old home, cast iron pipes. Randy did get it cut, and worked three days ongoingly to get whatever was solidly in there to drain, hard water buildup? Not sure, but it unclogged a few times only to clog again. Did I mention the cast iron pipe runs through my kitchen?
Did I mention the pipes froze in the laundry room, due to the extreme cold temperatures, -30, creating an overload of laundry. Every time you need to do laundry you have to defrost the pipes with a heat gun.
The cold temperature also knocked out the hot tub,
The sink in the kitchen also clogged, and while repairing it, noticed it leaking underneath as well.
What a royal pain, and not where you think, a cracked tooth on top of all this, no dental plan.
Yesterday, I walked into yet another mess, the hot water in laundry room had burst. You know, that didn't even fizz me, I'm getting so use to the pandemonium.
Today, I pulled in the driveway, and the ABS light came on.........I'm taking that light as, all bull shit, my fair warning light. Anyone want to move in, or want a boarder?
Positive thoughts, we still have heat, electricity, and each other.
Scatter joy and kindness.
Let me tell you, it has been one of those weeks. We, our family has been doing renovations. Never in a million years would I have thought that the myriad of difficulties would arise. ...and to think the initial plan was to just change some faucets. Let me give you a break down, before I have my own breakdown.
Since we are replacing the faucets, why not replace the whole crappy vanity, as it was really ugly. I thought it would be much nicer with a pedestal sink. Rip it out.
Upon ripping it out, the floor underneath was found to be rotten. O.K. a new floor, rip out three layers of tiles. Yes, we live a really old home/cottage barn style 1930's home, perhaps earlier. Also, behind the vanity that was ripped out, the walls were very old as well. Hmmm, now, do we really use that tub? Answer, No. Do we have a tub downstairs and a hot tub, Answer yes. Guess what is coming out next? Goodbye tub, goodbye walls. And while I'm at crowbarring the walls down, I accidently slipped, and poked a hole in the drop ceiling. What the hell, it may as well come down too. So there we were three months ago with a bare bones bathroom.
Luckily, Randy is some what of a do-it-yourself man, just takes a little longer figuring it out, but saves us a ton of money. I must mention he also has to put up with my lack of patience and appreciation. I just get so tired of the ongoing mess. Three weeks later, he had the plumbing back together after putting in a floor. The space appears much bigger, and a chimney was exposed. It is rather a funky feature.
Oh yes, I almost forgot that in between removing the bath tub and shower system, naturally the water was turned off. But the shower head was not, so you can well imagine what happened when Randy turned the water back on from the basement two floors below. I had left to pick up the girls. The water poured down between the floors, into my kitchen cupboards, and into the basement where Randy stood. He called out for me not knowing I had left, but knowing before I left I was using his shop vac. Getting no answer, he flew up the stairs envisioning me electrocuted on the floor. Once again, not impressed on my arrival home as water poured from the kitchen ceiling. And you think this is bad?
After two weeks, the plumbing from the upstairs washroom backed up. Plumber one called, they could not fix, billed anyway. Plumber two put in an access point that was useless, as they could not get through with any type of snake. Billed anyway. Don't forget, our vacation is booked for Dec. 4th, and Christmas is just around the corner, and I have completed my one year contract, and am now dropped to five hours weekly. Isn't life grand? Action: Put all on hold, we ARE gong on vacation.
Now the middle of January, best get back to the plumbing problem. Remember, we live in an old home, cast iron pipes. Randy did get it cut, and worked three days ongoingly to get whatever was solidly in there to drain, hard water buildup? Not sure, but it unclogged a few times only to clog again. Did I mention the cast iron pipe runs through my kitchen?
Did I mention the pipes froze in the laundry room, due to the extreme cold temperatures, -30, creating an overload of laundry. Every time you need to do laundry you have to defrost the pipes with a heat gun.
The cold temperature also knocked out the hot tub,
The sink in the kitchen also clogged, and while repairing it, noticed it leaking underneath as well.
What a royal pain, and not where you think, a cracked tooth on top of all this, no dental plan.
Yesterday, I walked into yet another mess, the hot water in laundry room had burst. You know, that didn't even fizz me, I'm getting so use to the pandemonium.
Today, I pulled in the driveway, and the ABS light came on.........I'm taking that light as, all bull shit, my fair warning light. Anyone want to move in, or want a boarder?
Positive thoughts, we still have heat, electricity, and each other.
Scatter joy and kindness.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Time For You
Don't you absolutely love those days when you haven't really done a thing. You know, the days were it doesn't really matter if you do anything. The days when you can just sit around, don't answer the phone, the door, just time for you.
I seem to be spending more time doing not much, just browsing the internet, lolly gagging in pajamas all day. It is a refreshing change, although looking in the mirror is not something we like to do on these days.
The funny thing is, that browsing the internet has brought me to Feng Shui sites this weekend. It's an interesting concept for sure. The main thing is to de-clutter, something I've been slowly, attempting at different intervals throughout the weekend. In between de-cluttering, I sit and browse for how to bring more positive Chi into our home. Again, the word de-clutter. O.K., O.K., I'm getting the message, get up and start....
Perhaps, just to procrastinate a little longer, I'll look up my Chinese horoscope. I'm the metal rat, and this is the Year of the Rabbit. Sounds like last year, the year of the Tiger, was the year of speed, and quick changes. The year of the Rabbit is a slower paced year, a year to sit back and plan, and figure out what I want to do with my life. Funny I am reading this now, after starting a blog three weeks ago. Career wise, is also a year of planning, but a year that I will be recognized come Fall. We'll see if the Rabbit is correct.
Tomorrow, I look forward to a new position working with Seniors with Mental Illness on low incomes, working shifts, days and afternoons. A team of six people were hired to start this newly funded program, as well as a supervisor. We will not be supporting anyone, until we have the program set up.
It is exciting to be included in a ground floor social assistance program from the beginning. As Baby Boomers reach retirement age, most of them having not been employed full time with contributions to retirement, and having to juggle many part time jobs, I would think mental illness would increase dramatically.
The year of the Rabbit promises slow, rewarding changes. I'm ready for change, and the opportunity to personally slow down and be appreciated.
But for now, like the Rabbit, I must hop along and de-clutter, enough putting it off. Open the space, and let the positive Chi flow through.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Be True to Yourself
Ever have one of those days when you come home from a day at work, and wonder how exactly your morals, fit with your companies? You know one of those days when everyone is negative, when people find joy in stamping on your heart. Working in a field of vulnerable people can really put others on a power trip. Vulnerable people don't need control, they need choice, respect, and love. Last night, I was told that I seem to not let anything worry me, that I just seem so calm and relaxed. Believe me, this is a choice, as I 've come to realize that those at the top, more often never climbed there by being a nice person.
I wouldn't want to sit at the top if it meant being unkind.
What happened to a world of kindness? It seems greed, and power totally change a person. How many times can you recall how a truly beautiful person, stepped from a front line worker to management and somehow along the way, deceitfulness, became their middle name.
The statement "need to know". Why do agencies try to keep things hidden? How does one truly be a team when there are secrets lurking? Why do people fear change? The answer is..........we are not involved in changes that drastically alters our lives.
No wonder people fear it, we are only told, change is coming. Why is change coming? Are we not always in a constant state of change. Things should be changing daily. Perhaps everyone is so stuck in a rut, that change is scary.
Change isn't a natural disaster, it just happens.
I welcome change, I welcome variety, I welcome non-routine, and if routine is part of my new day, I'll add some genuine interest, sprinkle in some laughter, joy and a dash of love. I choose to be True to Myself. I will no longer be dragged down, I will let things roll off me, and not feel suffocated by the hands of control. Break lose, make your own change, 'cause chances are, you're not going to like the ones are imposed upon you unless you're part of them.
I wouldn't want to sit at the top if it meant being unkind.
What happened to a world of kindness? It seems greed, and power totally change a person. How many times can you recall how a truly beautiful person, stepped from a front line worker to management and somehow along the way, deceitfulness, became their middle name.
The statement "need to know". Why do agencies try to keep things hidden? How does one truly be a team when there are secrets lurking? Why do people fear change? The answer is..........we are not involved in changes that drastically alters our lives.
No wonder people fear it, we are only told, change is coming. Why is change coming? Are we not always in a constant state of change. Things should be changing daily. Perhaps everyone is so stuck in a rut, that change is scary.
Change isn't a natural disaster, it just happens.
I welcome change, I welcome variety, I welcome non-routine, and if routine is part of my new day, I'll add some genuine interest, sprinkle in some laughter, joy and a dash of love. I choose to be True to Myself. I will no longer be dragged down, I will let things roll off me, and not feel suffocated by the hands of control. Break lose, make your own change, 'cause chances are, you're not going to like the ones are imposed upon you unless you're part of them.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sometimes Life Throws a Curve Ball
Monday, January 10, 2011
Countdown to Change
Sometimes life throws you a curve ball.
Have you ever worked somewhere, and felt that "one" profession at
that "one" place would be the place you spend the rest of your career?
You were so totally committed. You knew it was the career you were
destined to do. Yet, somehow, it isn't going to turn out that way.
What ever happened to the most qualified, the most seniority, and
the most experience?
Let me tell you, no matter how strong your union, how high your
seniority, as long as a little clause stating "management has the
right to manage", is enclosed, nothing else matters. Let's not
forget, the little statement, "it's who you know, not how well
you do the job". And really, why bother applying at all, as most
often management already has the person they want applying.
They have had an invitation and often already has a sneak preview
of the job, and often moved into the position ahead of time.
I really thought, the wounds may have started to heal, but no, they
are still as fresh as ever. I have figured out however, that it truly is
time to move on. I am no longer enjoying what I am doing, the spark
is gone. I used to go to work, and the days would fly by, as I loved
what I was doing. Now, I simply watch the clock, to see when the
shift will end. My motivation to improve things, gone as well.
Luckily, God threw me a rope in December, I grabbed on, and now
I'll be starting anew, a fresh start, a new perspective, a new team.
It really can't come fast enough.
I can't answer what happened to appreciation for an employee, a
simple thank you for a job well done, a pat on the back, those
things just don't happen. Yet "they" wonder what is wrong with
the moral.
The pitcher on the other team threw a curve ball. I never been
thrown such a lousy ball. It definitely struck me out. I didn't realize
either, that there truly is two teams. I heard it often enough, but
chose to believe in the morals and values of people. Guess all people
don't have morals.
I'm ready now to start hitting home runs for a new team,
Have you ever worked somewhere, and felt that "one" profession at
that "one" place would be the place you spend the rest of your career?
You were so totally committed. You knew it was the career you were
destined to do. Yet, somehow, it isn't going to turn out that way.
What ever happened to the most qualified, the most seniority, and
the most experience?
Let me tell you, no matter how strong your union, how high your
seniority, as long as a little clause stating "management has the
right to manage", is enclosed, nothing else matters. Let's not
forget, the little statement, "it's who you know, not how well
you do the job". And really, why bother applying at all, as most
often management already has the person they want applying.
They have had an invitation and often already has a sneak preview
of the job, and often moved into the position ahead of time.
I really thought, the wounds may have started to heal, but no, they
are still as fresh as ever. I have figured out however, that it truly is
time to move on. I am no longer enjoying what I am doing, the spark
is gone. I used to go to work, and the days would fly by, as I loved
what I was doing. Now, I simply watch the clock, to see when the
shift will end. My motivation to improve things, gone as well.
Luckily, God threw me a rope in December, I grabbed on, and now
I'll be starting anew, a fresh start, a new perspective, a new team.
It really can't come fast enough.
I can't answer what happened to appreciation for an employee, a
simple thank you for a job well done, a pat on the back, those
things just don't happen. Yet "they" wonder what is wrong with
the moral.
The pitcher on the other team threw a curve ball. I never been
thrown such a lousy ball. It definitely struck me out. I didn't realize
either, that there truly is two teams. I heard it often enough, but
chose to believe in the morals and values of people. Guess all people
don't have morals.
I'm ready now to start hitting home runs for a new team,
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Joining the Circus
For those that do not have one full time employer, the trend these days seems to be juggling careers. I've often thought that I should purchase a baseball cap with many peaks, and on each cap write or make a logo for the job I am doing at that moment, and continue to turn this hat throughout the day. This cap would likely end up looking like a full brimmed hat.
A woman's job, waitress, maid, launderer, best friend, wife, mother, lover, co-worker, sister, daughter, boss, and I'm sure we fulfill many more roles for our children, cook, chauffeur, teacher, guider, friend, etc. Now, I know longer think all these things can fit upon my hat. They have now become juggling balls. I have to admit, I am not the best juggler, and sometimes the balls come tumbling down, usually they fall within my house, where meals, housekeeping, and the things that can wait, wait....and wait they do. Add a few more balls, recreation, educational assistant, two school boards, residential counselor, vocational worker, chap worker. I think that covers my careers that coincide with each other all at once.
Gone are the days where you went to work, did one job with satisfaction, came home, and worked at home, I'd like to say relaxed, but we all know that is not the case. We work outside the home, and then we become a SAHM the rest of the time. Where does something fit in this plan just for us?
Being from the baby boomer generation, and juggling careers all my life, I have not had the opportunity to put money towards retirement, nor had the luxury of Dental Plans. I cannot look forward to the days of retiring, as I see myself continuing to work to make ends meet.
Now take a look at the students who are graduating with degrees. The world isn't looking a whole lot brighter for them, as the trend now is to hire on contract or perhaps hire two people part time, and have them job share.
I am looking forward to the 17th of this month, a fresh new beginning working with Seniors with Mental Health issues on low incomes supporting them in the community and in their homes. Naturally their incomes are so low that even if needed, they would not be able to afford long term care, or retirement homes.
This is not a pretty picture to look forward to, is it? Tell me how depression is not going to get worse for Baby Boomers. Sadly, employment can only grow when Canada's government can once again begin to offer full time employment with benefits, never mind this job sharing, and this contract thing...
Within two weeks, some of my balls in the air will begin to settle to the ground for awhile, but they likely will not get very dusty, as all doors still need to remain open, just in case, as this position although full time, is also contract.
I am getting so good at juggling, perhaps I'll run off and join the Circus.
A woman's job, waitress, maid, launderer, best friend, wife, mother, lover, co-worker, sister, daughter, boss, and I'm sure we fulfill many more roles for our children, cook, chauffeur, teacher, guider, friend, etc. Now, I know longer think all these things can fit upon my hat. They have now become juggling balls. I have to admit, I am not the best juggler, and sometimes the balls come tumbling down, usually they fall within my house, where meals, housekeeping, and the things that can wait, wait....and wait they do. Add a few more balls, recreation, educational assistant, two school boards, residential counselor, vocational worker, chap worker. I think that covers my careers that coincide with each other all at once.
Gone are the days where you went to work, did one job with satisfaction, came home, and worked at home, I'd like to say relaxed, but we all know that is not the case. We work outside the home, and then we become a SAHM the rest of the time. Where does something fit in this plan just for us?
Being from the baby boomer generation, and juggling careers all my life, I have not had the opportunity to put money towards retirement, nor had the luxury of Dental Plans. I cannot look forward to the days of retiring, as I see myself continuing to work to make ends meet.
Now take a look at the students who are graduating with degrees. The world isn't looking a whole lot brighter for them, as the trend now is to hire on contract or perhaps hire two people part time, and have them job share.
I am looking forward to the 17th of this month, a fresh new beginning working with Seniors with Mental Health issues on low incomes supporting them in the community and in their homes. Naturally their incomes are so low that even if needed, they would not be able to afford long term care, or retirement homes.
This is not a pretty picture to look forward to, is it? Tell me how depression is not going to get worse for Baby Boomers. Sadly, employment can only grow when Canada's government can once again begin to offer full time employment with benefits, never mind this job sharing, and this contract thing...
Within two weeks, some of my balls in the air will begin to settle to the ground for awhile, but they likely will not get very dusty, as all doors still need to remain open, just in case, as this position although full time, is also contract.
I am getting so good at juggling, perhaps I'll run off and join the Circus.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Live Like You Were Dyin'
These are the lyrics to a wonderful song that I've come across. I love Tim McGraw's version, not too mention how wonderfully attractive he is when he sings. You really feel like he is truly singing just to you. ,Lenka also has some wonderful words with a really cool gypsy feel, Enjoy
Live Like You Were Dyin'
Lenka's words really make you think about what you want to do with the rest of your life. What can you do each day, to make your life happier? Make a list. Seven things. Perhaps do one each day. They don't have to be BIG things, Read the lines and listen to the video by Lenka, I'm sure you too will be inspired,
Live Like You Were Dyin'
One of these days you’ll be
under the covers you’ll be
under the table and you’ll realize
that all of your days are numbered;
all of them one to one hundred.
All of them millions.
All of them trillions.
So what are you gonna do with them all?
You can not trade them in for more.
no no
Take every moment; you know that you own them.
It’s all you can do, use what’s been given to you.
Give me a reason
to fight the feeling
that there’s nothing here for me.
Cause none of its easy,
I know it wasn’t meant to be.
I know it’s all up to me.
It's all up to me.
So what am I gonna do with my time?
oh
Ill take every moment, I know that I own them.
It’s all up to you to do whatever you choose.
Live like you’re dying and never stop trying.
It’s all you can do, use what’s been given to you.
All of the moments you didn’t notice;
gone in the blink of an eye.
And all of the feelings you couldn’t feel
no matter how you try.
oh oh
Take every moment; you know that you own them.
It’s all up to you,
to do whatever you choose.
Live like you’re dying and never stop trying.
It’s all you can do, use what’s been given to you.
Live like you’re dying and never stop trying.
It’s all up to you, use what’s been given to you.
oh oh
under the covers you’ll be
under the table and you’ll realize
that all of your days are numbered;
all of them one to one hundred.
All of them millions.
All of them trillions.
So what are you gonna do with them all?
You can not trade them in for more.
no no
Take every moment; you know that you own them.
It’s all you can do, use what’s been given to you.
Give me a reason
to fight the feeling
that there’s nothing here for me.
Cause none of its easy,
I know it wasn’t meant to be.
I know it’s all up to me.
It's all up to me.
So what am I gonna do with my time?
oh
Ill take every moment, I know that I own them.
It’s all up to you to do whatever you choose.
Live like you’re dying and never stop trying.
It’s all you can do, use what’s been given to you.
All of the moments you didn’t notice;
gone in the blink of an eye.
And all of the feelings you couldn’t feel
no matter how you try.
oh oh
Take every moment; you know that you own them.
It’s all up to you,
to do whatever you choose.
Live like you’re dying and never stop trying.
It’s all you can do, use what’s been given to you.
Live like you’re dying and never stop trying.
It’s all up to you, use what’s been given to you.
oh oh
Lenka's words really make you think about what you want to do with the rest of your life. What can you do each day, to make your life happier? Make a list. Seven things. Perhaps do one each day. They don't have to be BIG things, Read the lines and listen to the video by Lenka, I'm sure you too will be inspired,
A Blog Blooms
I'd like to invite all women that make a difference in other's women's lives to become part of the Scattered Wanderings Blog. My hope is that women who visit can find something of interest to fill their quiet times, their "me" times. All women deserve times such as these. All too often, we become something for others, mom, friend, lover, daughter, boss, co-worker etc., but not very often "just yourself", doing things just for YOU. So, I'm off to find some Scattered Wanderings, that you may ponder upon. I invite you to come back, and linger, explore, and soak in the words of wonderful women that I have wandered upon. Enjoy their stories.wonder and wonder, and fill your time with pleasant offerings.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Happy New Year, a simple statement often said too often, and without meaning. You may wish people a Happy New Year, but truly, they really must wish it for themselves. There isn't a good wish happiness fairy that can sprinkle magic happy dust upon you making everything wonderful. Each of us has to create and live our dreams to make our New Year truly happy.
Many blogs I've visited over the past week, have asked that we come up with ONE word. This One word must have meaning in your life throughout following year.
The word for me is "change", and if I can just sneak in positive, that would be truly where I want to be this year. I'm sure many others will also have a year of change.
Sometimes, things happen in our lives, that are out of our control. Things happen that know matter how hard you try to make sense of them, it is an impossible feat. This does not mean we are not angry, disappointed, hurt, heart-broken or sad, it just means, we need to move forward. Remember, we can't change the past, we can only move to the future, and the only way to do this, is with positive change.
In order to move to the future, we have to just let things go. I'm not just talking emotional things, I'm including real things that have gathered in your home, but no longer have purpose. Perhaps it may be just as simple as changing the furniture, wising that was the case at my home, but it is not.
For me, it is changing the furniture, changing my career, a few renovations, and some planning to begin volunteering yearly in third world countries.
This past December, my family embarked on an Western Caribbean cruise, visiting Belize and Roatan. Orignally we had planned cave tubing in Belize, but plans changed when I found Liberty Orphanage in Ladyville that might better use our help. As quickly as possible once docking, we hailed a cab to visit the preschool on the premises where we taught a little about Canada and enjoyed circle time. It was so heart-warming. Their little hearts sent out such wonderful messages full of love, and smiles blossomed, from all of us. We were so touched by what little they needed. A smile and hug made their day. We left enough little treasures that they could all be wrapped up for Christmas. The song "Do they know it's Christmas time at all"? never rang so true for me. In Roatan, we spent a few hours at Sand Castle library learning about a free education program, PIER. I have yet to decide if my volunteer hours next year will be in Belize or Roatan, but do know that I will volunteer somewhere each year in a third world country.
As much as I loved working with adults and children with developmental and intellectual disabilities and will continue on an on-call basis, I now look forward to supporting seniors with mental health issues. A brand new start with a brand new team.
Of course having a happy attitude goes a long way, and often radiates joy upon others.
Spread kindness, scatter joy.
2011 Change, bring it on!
Many blogs I've visited over the past week, have asked that we come up with ONE word. This One word must have meaning in your life throughout following year.
The word for me is "change", and if I can just sneak in positive, that would be truly where I want to be this year. I'm sure many others will also have a year of change.
Sometimes, things happen in our lives, that are out of our control. Things happen that know matter how hard you try to make sense of them, it is an impossible feat. This does not mean we are not angry, disappointed, hurt, heart-broken or sad, it just means, we need to move forward. Remember, we can't change the past, we can only move to the future, and the only way to do this, is with positive change.
In order to move to the future, we have to just let things go. I'm not just talking emotional things, I'm including real things that have gathered in your home, but no longer have purpose. Perhaps it may be just as simple as changing the furniture, wising that was the case at my home, but it is not.
For me, it is changing the furniture, changing my career, a few renovations, and some planning to begin volunteering yearly in third world countries.
This past December, my family embarked on an Western Caribbean cruise, visiting Belize and Roatan. Orignally we had planned cave tubing in Belize, but plans changed when I found Liberty Orphanage in Ladyville that might better use our help. As quickly as possible once docking, we hailed a cab to visit the preschool on the premises where we taught a little about Canada and enjoyed circle time. It was so heart-warming. Their little hearts sent out such wonderful messages full of love, and smiles blossomed, from all of us. We were so touched by what little they needed. A smile and hug made their day. We left enough little treasures that they could all be wrapped up for Christmas. The song "Do they know it's Christmas time at all"? never rang so true for me. In Roatan, we spent a few hours at Sand Castle library learning about a free education program, PIER. I have yet to decide if my volunteer hours next year will be in Belize or Roatan, but do know that I will volunteer somewhere each year in a third world country.
As much as I loved working with adults and children with developmental and intellectual disabilities and will continue on an on-call basis, I now look forward to supporting seniors with mental health issues. A brand new start with a brand new team.
Of course having a happy attitude goes a long way, and often radiates joy upon others.
Spread kindness, scatter joy.
2011 Change, bring it on!
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