i got laid.

…off

before you go feeling sorry for me (i hate pity), allow me to address my feelings toward this (maybe not so) sad event.

i alternate between being super bummed about it…i mean, i didn’t hate my job. in fact, i sorta loved it. it afforded me the opportunity to be nitpicky and edit the crap out of docs. if you know me at all, you know i live to edit. and write. which is where my job was lacking… the dry material (software/programming/blah blah) didn’t provide with the creative outlet that i crave (hence, this blog).
so, the way i figure it: it’s a bummer, but maybe not the worst thing?

perhaps this is my opportunity to find something different? something (dare i say?!) better!

i counted myself fortunate to have a job that i didn’t dread going to each morning. so, its been rough to imagine what comes next.

maybe i’ll go back to school?

maybe i’ll write a bestseller?

maybe i’ll just focus on all the things i didn’t have time to do because of my job?

maybe i’ll just soak up the summer sun and spend some time with my dad?

the world is my oyster.

and i want some damn pearls!

love without the handles.

happy february!

it’s the month of la-la-la-LOVE!

which is sooooo appropriate since my bestie just got ENGAGED! (it actually happened last month, but i was sworn to silence until she made the official announcement. and since she’s my only reader, it made no difference!)

that’s right, folks…another one bites the dust!

j to the k. i couldn’t be happier for her.

just wanted to wish a quick, but still extremely heartfelt, CONGRATS! to my one reader: when you tie the knot, may it never come loose.

…and to say that since i’m currently in intense training for a class, the blog posts may suffer for a bit.

cheers to LOVE! without the handles.

lay a whisper on my pillow…

i learned something today. and once i thought about it…i realized it was something i had learned long long ago. only i wasn’t paying attention.

oprah says that you have to listen to the whispers. the whispers about your career, your life, your relationships. she says if you miss the whispers, you get a little thump on the head. and if you still don’t pay attention, you end up with a problem. if you continue to be oblivious, then you get a brick dropped on your head. and if you ignore that, then you get an entire wall of bricks. and guess what? what used to be a problem is now a crisis. and if you still ignore that brick wall falling, then the whole house caves in! and now: DISASTER!

i’m guilty of ignoring the whispers. not intentionally. but i think we’ve forgotten how to hear them. last night, in a dream. i had a (metaphoric) brick dropped on me. and afterwards, i couldn’t sleep. it led me to have a horrible nagging feeling all day…till i made the connection: i missed the whispers. and then i ignored the thump. but that brick finally opened my eyes.

lesson learned: save yourself the time. pay attention. and listen to the whispers!