I've been overwhelmed with requests to start writing again.
Well, maybe not "overwhelmed." Not even "whelmed," really.
But I've been saying to myself, "Self, you should post something again one of these days."
I'd been trying to write once a year for my Dad. I was on track with that up until January 2017, but I just didn't have it in me this year.
I'd considered honoring a dear friend on the anniversary of her passing, but even after a year, I still didn't really have it in me this year.
I am still making adjustments to the life of a working woman again. Last August, I got a paying job again, after having been unemployed for several years. I won't talk specifics, but last summer, a former boss presented me with an opportunity that I couldn't refuse. It's an organization with a true purpose. Is that why I accepted the position? No, not really. I took it because this woman believed in me and my abilities. It feels good to have that sense of accomplishment every day. People seem happy to see me, and they really appreciate what I bring to the table. And gosh darn it, I am really good at what I do.
So do I still have things to say? Sure, there are amusing anecdotes I could share. Like how a number of my colleagues are so much younger than me that they don't "get" what I consider to be "pop culture" references. But we work well together, in spite of our age differences. A group of dedicated individuals truly makes a great team.
Do I still have things to say? Sure, I could talk about the weather. How we were on the cusp of a beautiful spring when we got hit with our second biggest snowstorm ever recorded for the area. In April. We were blessed to have a good Samaritan in the neighborhood who cleared up the majority with a skidsteer. But it made for a long weekend of looking out the window at it snowing. And snowing. And still snowing.
Do I still have things to say? Sure, I could talk even more about the weather. Like how much is involved with closing a business due to the weather. There are challenges with knowing who needs to be notified and how, how to update a website and social media with only an old home computer and none of the fancy graphics on the work shared drive. Did I pass with flying colors? I'd say those colors were flying high enough. And I felt really valued for what I accomplished.
Do I still have things to say? Sure, I could talk about how I still miss one of my best friends. There is so much I would share with her if she were here. But it reminds me how I should never take relationships for granted.
Do I still have things to say? I'm sure I do. I have a voice. I just need to listen more closely to myself.
Until I hear something from myself that I care to share, please visit these posts from some friends of mine. They have things to say. And the fact that they actually say them may be just the motivation I need.
Keep on writing, Hannah and Tonie!
Well, maybe not "overwhelmed." Not even "whelmed," really.
But I've been saying to myself, "Self, you should post something again one of these days."
I'd been trying to write once a year for my Dad. I was on track with that up until January 2017, but I just didn't have it in me this year.
I'd considered honoring a dear friend on the anniversary of her passing, but even after a year, I still didn't really have it in me this year.
I am still making adjustments to the life of a working woman again. Last August, I got a paying job again, after having been unemployed for several years. I won't talk specifics, but last summer, a former boss presented me with an opportunity that I couldn't refuse. It's an organization with a true purpose. Is that why I accepted the position? No, not really. I took it because this woman believed in me and my abilities. It feels good to have that sense of accomplishment every day. People seem happy to see me, and they really appreciate what I bring to the table. And gosh darn it, I am really good at what I do.
So do I still have things to say? Sure, there are amusing anecdotes I could share. Like how a number of my colleagues are so much younger than me that they don't "get" what I consider to be "pop culture" references. But we work well together, in spite of our age differences. A group of dedicated individuals truly makes a great team.
Do I still have things to say? Sure, I could talk about the weather. How we were on the cusp of a beautiful spring when we got hit with our second biggest snowstorm ever recorded for the area. In April. We were blessed to have a good Samaritan in the neighborhood who cleared up the majority with a skidsteer. But it made for a long weekend of looking out the window at it snowing. And snowing. And still snowing.
Do I still have things to say? Sure, I could talk even more about the weather. Like how much is involved with closing a business due to the weather. There are challenges with knowing who needs to be notified and how, how to update a website and social media with only an old home computer and none of the fancy graphics on the work shared drive. Did I pass with flying colors? I'd say those colors were flying high enough. And I felt really valued for what I accomplished.
Do I still have things to say? Sure, I could talk about how I still miss one of my best friends. There is so much I would share with her if she were here. But it reminds me how I should never take relationships for granted.
Do I still have things to say? I'm sure I do. I have a voice. I just need to listen more closely to myself.
Until I hear something from myself that I care to share, please visit these posts from some friends of mine. They have things to say. And the fact that they actually say them may be just the motivation I need.
Keep on writing, Hannah and Tonie!
