I have commented before that my self-defined "mission" here on OS is to focus on positive vibes. sure, I occasionally post a melancholy Old Poem, or contribute a scathing comment about health care idiocy, but generally, I try to keep things up beat. There are enough downers in this world. Oddly enough, they love to share a lot. One of my best friends likes to talk about "balance in all things", and maybe contributing up beat posts helps bring balance to OS. Or maybe it just makes me feel better about myself.
Which is the topic of this post, if it has one. Feeling good about myself, that is. Because I am. Last week was rough - nothing important in the global scheme of things, but just grueling days of workity work without enough enjoyable distractions to balance them. All the 'early to bed early to rise' in the world didn't seem to help. Friday, I commented to a co worker that I had felt like someone had been pounding a pile driver on my head & I felt a foot shorter.
By Monday or Tuesday this week, I had regained that height, and felt nine feet tall. From Saturday through Tuesday, all great days mostly having to do with satisfaction in small accomplishments , hundreds of little reasons, rather than any single shiny moment in the sun.
Maybe as much as any single thing, it had to do with getting lil B's school schedule all sorted out Monday, but the trend was already well underway by then.
Wednesday was less fun - not a disaster, but just one of those 'blech' days, where every task seemed to grow more complex as I attempted it, where I seemed out of sync with my surroundings. It might have been finding myself wide awake way too early, roused from a dream where I was organizing a youth baseball tournament in outer space, and flirting with a woman I had a crush on twenty-five years ago... really - a great dream, but disturbing awakening. In part, I think it might have been Ted Kennedy's death. I wasted a lot of my day distracted by that news, wondering if it was the death of hope. I hope not.
But Thursday was a bounce back day, with a steady stream of tasks ticking away, positive interactions, a smile on my face. Proof that even though we might have the odd bad day, if we just get through them, the sun will shine again. Even when it rains, which it is doing here today.
Good thing I love the rain.


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Janie: that bad smell is usually the dishwasher, since I hardly ever use it, until lil B's dishes pile up in there.
PK: realizing that our own satisfaction is better and more important than external approval is a whole separate important point.
Lee: but my week is far better this week, so hopefully your turn is around the corner.
Wishing I liked the rain...
True enough, Mr. B. Sometimes it feels like we'll never see the sun again, but sooner or later, it pokes it's little head out.
Juli: I figure having 6 good days, some great in the past 7 is pretty special.
Cap'n: I'm still shakin' my head over your first comment on your Gay Chef post... I've got nothin against lust filled moments inspired by gay girls - been there, done that myself - but she looks awful boyish to me. just sayin'.