There I was, sitting in a closet crying, thinking, "What's wrong with this picture?"
We each see things from our own perspective, and they obviously don't mesh.
We may not hear what the other is trying to say, but I certainly heard words I didn't want to. Again.
I'm too drained to deal with this now...
No life lessons here today, except for think before you speak. Make sense, not hurt. If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
The meaning of life
I have no idea.
I used to think it had to do with leaving a legacy--which could be done through life-impacting career, a meaningful body of work, the arts, or your children--something to leave behind you, so that you would be remembered.
But perhaps not. Perhaps the meaning of life has only to do with being a good person and doing the right thing.
At the same time, one needs to be fulfilled. Knowing I'm doing a good job raising three good kids, three boys, whom I believe will function well in life and be able to deal with whatever is thrown at them, is good. But it's not enough. I need satisfaction that comes with getting paid well (being recognized) for doing a good job. (Funny when it comes to work, how men typically associate self worth with payscale and women with job satisfaction. I want to get paid well and have a senior position, dammit!)
But is fulfillment more of a question of self-worth than of the meaning of life? I think so. So what's the meaning of life? What gives your life meaning?
...You know...if you can't answer the question, you can just change the questions and ask something else instead!
I used to think it had to do with leaving a legacy--which could be done through life-impacting career, a meaningful body of work, the arts, or your children--something to leave behind you, so that you would be remembered.
But perhaps not. Perhaps the meaning of life has only to do with being a good person and doing the right thing.
At the same time, one needs to be fulfilled. Knowing I'm doing a good job raising three good kids, three boys, whom I believe will function well in life and be able to deal with whatever is thrown at them, is good. But it's not enough. I need satisfaction that comes with getting paid well (being recognized) for doing a good job. (Funny when it comes to work, how men typically associate self worth with payscale and women with job satisfaction. I want to get paid well and have a senior position, dammit!)
But is fulfillment more of a question of self-worth than of the meaning of life? I think so. So what's the meaning of life? What gives your life meaning?
...You know...if you can't answer the question, you can just change the questions and ask something else instead!
Friday, November 7, 2008
Warm and fuzzy?
Feeling warm and fuzzy? Want to connect to someone else?If you think so, you can buy these notecards in my fairly empty "store."
Yes, I should be doing real work now, instead of playing around.
Or actually, instead of heading home!
Good night.
What's next?
Two days after the elections, and I've debated putting in my two cents on the candidates or on my process of reaching a decision (which took me until the very end to do). But I think not. Not sure if delineating the weaknesses I saw in each of the candidates and parties would be productive in any way.
What is truly commendable is the amount of people who voted. I haven't seen statistics yet, of what percentage of the population. But this election brought out so many first-time voters of all ages, engaged so many in the political process, and that is certainly a good thing.
An interesting sidenote to this election--so many people wanted momentos of this historic election, that many newspapers sold out, and some were even forced to reprint. Boy, I can imagine how happy the advertisers for yesterday's issues are! In this day and age, when so many newspapers are cutting staff, reducing their page count, breaking their relationships with the AP, it was nice to have a day of increased paper circulation.
What is truly commendable is the amount of people who voted. I haven't seen statistics yet, of what percentage of the population. But this election brought out so many first-time voters of all ages, engaged so many in the political process, and that is certainly a good thing.
An interesting sidenote to this election--so many people wanted momentos of this historic election, that many newspapers sold out, and some were even forced to reprint. Boy, I can imagine how happy the advertisers for yesterday's issues are! In this day and age, when so many newspapers are cutting staff, reducing their page count, breaking their relationships with the AP, it was nice to have a day of increased paper circulation.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Hurtful words
What can you do when they're flung at you? And in front of your children no less?
Stuff they shouldn't hear. Stuff I'm embarrassed to ever repeat.
Hurtful words lead to doubts: Have I made a mistake? Am I hurting the children?
Hurtful words lead to conflict: How do you deal with things you should not reveal to others? Especially when you don't want to keep them inside?
Stuff they shouldn't hear. Stuff I'm embarrassed to ever repeat.
Hurtful words lead to doubts: Have I made a mistake? Am I hurting the children?
Hurtful words lead to conflict: How do you deal with things you should not reveal to others? Especially when you don't want to keep them inside?
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