Take the Long Way Home

I am so, so guilty of being in a hurry and not observing things around me. Velociraptors could be giving chase next to my car on the way home from work and I wouldn’t notice. I get lost in thought and lost in financial woes or daydreams or making a mental list of all the people I’ve known in my life named Charles or no telling what. It takes conscious effort oftentimes to enjoy the moment. I hear that meditation is good for this, but I haven’t made that a habit, obviously. I intend to give it a try and then forget before I get started.

I rarely have an afternoon with no purpose assigned to it, but a couple of weekends ago, my Friend that is a Boy and I decided on the spur of the moment to visit a nearby small town that I hadn’t been to since I was a kid. (Not much has changed, which was nice.) This aimless wander was a rarity, and to add to the spontaneity, I took a road on the way back home that I had never known about. I didn’t use any map site or app, but just took it for fun. I knew the general direction I was going and anticipated where it would end up.

This turned out to be very relaxing and we saw some nice scenery. The road came out where I expected, but it took at least twice as long as the highway would have. This was so simple and you may be thinking who cares, but it made a lasting impression. It was good for the mind, the eyes, the nerves, and for building confidence in knowing you can find your way. Having a Smartphone in case you were wrong about that last bit doesn’t hurt.

Something I heard or read years ago that has stuck in my mind is that one should take a different route to or from work on occasion to help keep your mind fresh. The different path is good for creativity and mental clarity and actual physical brain health. Plus, you might come across a new friend like I did that day. I may go back to visit him sometime.

Gimme those ears.

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Faux pas, anyone?

Back on track with another aspect of living a charmed life…….let’s talk about one form of grace.

How do you handle an embarrassing situation? 

I vote for trying not to dig yourself deeper into the trouble you’ve accidentally found yourself in.  An apology may be in order, so start with one of those.  Try to keep calm and think clearly and use as few words as possible going forward so as not to make things worse.  Make an attempt to smooth things over simply and honestly instead of bursting into tears and running out of the room, never to be seen again, which is what you would LOVE to do.  [If someone else has created the awkwardness in your presence, you may or may not want to help them out – it’s not your problem, but if something helpful comes to mind and they’re struggling, you might offer up something to lighten the mood.  This does not mean you can make the offender look bad instead.]

I was thinking this morning about a situation I found myself in several years ago.  I was at an event where 10-20 people had gathered to listen to a speaker.  There were refreshments either before or after, and I was attempting to be friendly and make small talk with a young lady serving herself ahead of me.  (Small talk, ugh.  But it must be done.)  I had noticed she had a limp, and I asked her if she had hurt her foot recently.  She politely informed me that she had a prosthesis.

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I somehow did not disintegrate into a pile of dirt like I felt I might and wished I would, and instead said something like “oh, I’m sorry; wow, you’re doing great, then”.  I may or may not have asked what happened to her foot to cause her to need a prosthesis – I probably did, but I honestly don’t remember.  You have to have a sense of the person and how they might feel about a continued conversation about it.  If they have been offended and spoke to you in a curt or accusatory tone, don’t keep asking questions or making comments and trying to converse about it to make up for your embarrassment.  But if, like this young lady, they are carrying the cross they’ve been given to bear with dignity and balance, they may be willing to discuss their unique situation.  No doubt I was not the first person in her life to refer to her slight limp.  Another person in her position could have been sick and tired of explaining for the umpteenth time to yet another idiot that she didn’t have a flesh and bone foot and whydon’tyoumindyourownbusiness.  I’m happy to say she seemed on good terms with it, did not act sorry for herself in any way, and did not shred me verbally for bringing it up, which allowed me to struggle less to keep my cool and my own dignity.

Hey, wait!  So the grace can go both ways.  If you are the potentially offended party, try not to overreact and make the speaker feel worse than they already probably do.  Remember that at some point, you’re going to be the one winning the Bonehead Award.  Give them the benefit of the doubt, be confident that it’s not what they were going for, and let’s all live happily ever after.

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~Every moment is a fresh beginning.  -T.S. Eliot

 

Like a baby’s…..

Thanks to genetics, I don’t look my age, and for that I am grateful.  Of course, the years are bound to start to show through eventually, and I believe that time has arrived.  I’m trying to enter into it gracefully.  I now work at a college, and being called “ma’am” by all the students is not helping with what I hoped would be a gradual ease into reality.  Apparently it’s more obvious than I like to think.  I believe my immaturity is due in part to my youthful appearance, and now I’m like, supposed to be mature and responsible and knowledgeable and stuff, dude.  Meh.

If you look in my bathroom cabinets, you would think I’m a Kardashian or someone with a similar attention to appearance.  That could not be less true.  I’m more apt to wipe my face off with a makeup remover towelette and brush my teeth with no toothpaste before I go to bed than to have any kind of evening beauty routine.  However, on the few nights a week (ok, sometimes two) that I do properly wash my face, I have been applying this afterward and I think it’s making a difference.  I perused the shelves at the drugstore and saw all the $25+ products that contain retinol and I thought “why not go right to the source”.  It is recommended that you add a moisturizer after the retinol dries because it can dry your skin.  But you were probably already moisturizing, like a responsible adult would.  I imagine if I actually used it daily, the results would be even better.  I had a passing thought that this pure retinol without all the extra ingredients might eat my skin off, but I have had no negative reactions.

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Retinooooollllllllll!!!!

If I try the other 987 concoctions that are on and around my vanity and any of them are effective, I’ll be sure and share that information.  It’s recommendations like these in other peoples’ posts that rid me of my money and clutter up my house.  Must try all the things!!  But seriously, I wouldn’t bother mentioning it if I wasn’t impressed by it.

Live long and prosper.

A Likable Goofball

Well, this is good news.  For those of you who don’t feel like reading the article, the Harvard Business Review presents the idea that coworkers/employees can be chosen for likability over competence.  I don’t know how competent I am, but I can be likable, and now I know that counts for something!

My goal is to be likable AND competent – that’s a winning combination that isn’t touched on here.  It’s presenting the either/or scenario.  Maybe the key is for the Competents to be less bossy or arrogant or angry or whatever negative trait they present.  Or for the goobers like myself to be a tad more serious and focused and slide the competency level up a bit.  My personal issue is short attention span and many interests.  I am curious about so many things and there’s only so much time to peek into all of them.  I know about a lot of different things but am an expert at none.

Of course, this new revelation should not be misunderstood – of course not all competent people are difficult to work with or unliked or any such thing.  I just thought it was interesting that there’s a place in the dynamic for all of us.  🙂

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Grit.

I looked up synonyms for willpower, and one was grit.  Most definitions of grit pertain to sand, small particles, impurities in water, etc.  But hidden in the middle was “firmness of character; indomitable spirit; pluck”.  I have that sometimes, but not in specific areas.

I would like to have more focus, which is a topic for another post (or several).  Right now, I’m talking about a semi-related concern of willpower.  I had biometric screening done this morning, which consisted of taking my vitals, measuring my waist, and drawing a vial of blood.  I haven’t even gotten the results yet, and it has gotten my attention.  The measuring of the place where abs are supposed to be – THAT is what’s bothering me.  My BMI indicates that I’m about a millimeter away from overweight.  I was a skinny kid, and way-too-thin young adult.  My mom laughingly said “wait until you’re 25”, and I coasted through 25 wearing a size 5 and then hit about 28-29.  Baby bump.  Without the baby.  And it’s just gotten consistently bigger since then.  Actually, I’ve been the same weight for a few years, so I appreciate it not going too much farther lately.  My metabolism has slowed, I’ve become less active, I take medication that may contribute to wait gain.  I’ve basically gotten older and it shows.

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Anyway.  I looked up articles on willpower.  This is one.  It suggests some interesting tips that I will try, but I’m not going into it with a lot of confidence.  My sister and I were talking last weekend about how if someone asks us if we’re up for a challenge, we’re quick to respond with “Nope, sure not.”  I don’t know about her reasonings, but I like to kind of go with the flow and be comfortable.  Dieting is neither of those.  It’s being the person who has to negotiate restaurants or dishes.  Saying no to a lot of things.  Counting calories and ounces of food (I don’t even know how to do that).  Possibly being HUNGRY, which is one of my least favorite sensations.  I know eating protein and fiber and all the good things keeps you full(er).  But I had a lettuce wrap sandwich for lunch and I have to tell you, I’m pretty darn hungry right now, a few hours later.

To me, losing weight involves the following:  shopping for healthy food, cooking at home quite a bit, reading labels, counting calories, knowing about good/bad fats, portion control, regular exercise, knowing the best exercise routines for your goal…….the list goes on.  Meanwhile, I’m working all day, volunteering, visiting with friends and family, and feeling guilty about leaving my dogs home alone for yet another thing (going to the gym).  Guess which one gets pushed to the back burner (hint: going to the gym).

I’m not obsessed about my figure.  I know there’s benefit to being happy in the body you’re in and not worrying about it.  I’m otherwise pretty healthy.  I just have this extra weight around my midsection, which is bad for the heart, and would feel more confident without it, but also know myself and know that trying to lose weight by being strict is maybe/probably not going to work for me.

Bottom line:  I have very little willpower.  Regarding diet, exercise, cutting back on sugar, making my bed every morning, saving instead of spending……there’s a pretty hefty list of things I don’t make myself do.  And I don’t know where it [willpower] comes from.  It was nice to see in the article referenced above that it can be practiced and built up.  Maybe I can go from zero to some if I give it a try.  And some is better than none, right?  🙂

 

Emotional Intel*

I’m intrigued by a new topic.  This happens about once a day, so I can’t really keep up very well.  “Squirrel!

Anyway, today ‘emotional intelligence‘ caught my eye.  Google Dictionary defines it as “the capacity to be aware of, control, and express one’s emotions, and to handle interpersonal relationships judiciously and empathetically”.  How great would mastery of this be?!  There would be substantially fewer disagreements, hurt feelings, misunderstandings, fights, wars……….we’d live in a psychological Garden of Eden.

I ordered Emotional Intelligence: Why It Can Matter More Than IQ and am interested in learning more about this.  I have tried to practice it without even knowing what it’s called, and now want to intentionally incorporate it.

A Harvard Business Review article contained this chart, amid a bunch of words that I scanned briefly and remember none of (just show me the pretty pictures):

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So, the book is due to arrive on Thursday and I’ll read it sometime in the next several years and possibly remember to circle back around to this post and comment more on the details.

More likely what will happen is that I’ll find a new topic by Thursday, such as how jelly donuts are made or something equally important, and the book will sit on a stack of unreads for way too long.  Which brings me to THIS awesome little nugget that I was super excited to find out about.  Instead of feeling depressed about how I’ll be dead well before I read all my books, I can think about how smart I am to have them.  Or something.

*Abbreviations like this bug me.

Take Note

You know what I find to be fun?  Scrolling through memories I’ve stored in the Notes section on my iPhone.  When someone says something that I don’t want to forget (especially if it’s funny), I take a few seconds to type and save it.  My sister does the same thing, which we found out about each other randomly.  Now occasionally we’ll compare notes and laugh about things all over again.

This can also be done by hand with pen and paper, of course.  I also carry a little notebook in my purse for note-taking, I just have found that the phone option is more handy.

Here are a few random notes from my phone:

  • My mom:  “get the hell away from me”.  My sister thought she was talking to a wasp.  She was talking to me.  (In her defense, I was most likely bothering her on purpose.)
  • My aunt, while visiting NM, wanting us to look at the scenery:  “Are y’all craning your necks?”  (Apparently if we weren’t craning, we weren’t really trying.)
  • My aunt, referring to a lady from my childhood:  “She was a pretty dry stack of hay, I’ll tell ya.”
  • My mom, regarding my aunt:  “she can blame the tequila, now that she’s had some”.
  • An elderly businessman friend, regarding not visiting certain parts of Mexico during times of strife:  “All they want to do any more is kill people or hold them for ransom.  I don’t believe I need that aggravation.” (Hahaha!  Yes, being kidnapped or killed is definitely an inconvenience.)

You kind of have to know these people to get the full effect, and you also have to have a warped sense of humor like I do, but you get the idea.

I also use it to remember nice things, like an expression on someone’s face, a lady singing a hymn to herself, a tough-looking guy praising his tiny dog on a leash, a young man who worked at Goodwill pausing to thumb through a children’s book……..things that make you smile or that seem a bit unexpected.  I might never remember exactly how I felt at that moment unless I make a note of it.

There are a few random ideas listed that I probably will never do anything with but also don’t want to lose, just in case, such as something to write about, something that needs to be invented, or an idea for a piece of weird art.

It’s sometimes annoying to type or write the note, but it’s totally worth it later.  I hope you have a lovingly crazy family to reap hilarities from like I do.  Leave a comment if you do something similar and if it’s priceless, please share.  🙂

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