Stay positive has always been my motto, even when I’ve been gripped by cynicism and sarcasm. I’ve always tried to keep a forward thinking positive outlook. I have to. The present isn’t a bed of roses most of the time.
It’s harder to stay positive when things are moderately shitty, than when they are really shitty. Like when Mercy was dying in the hospital, I was permanently optimistic. I refused to get negative. I knew that my positive outlook and up attitude could be heard/felt by Mercy, even when she was completely unconscious and it was calling to her to get better. And she did get better.
But now it is hard to stay positive. Life is great in some respects, Mercy’s health is getting better. She is still in line to get the surgery to undo the ostomy. we like our apartment and are keeping it nice. Mercy has even started throwing pottery again after getting her new wheel last month. So what could be bad? Continue reading
What’s my rep? My answer is going to sound conceited. I’m the smart girl and the angel…by people who really don’t know me very well and I hate it.
As soon as anyone finds out that I have a degree in math — “Oh my god, you are REALLY smart! I sucked at math!” Who decided that the litmus test for intelligence was math? Now I’m not saying that I’m not smart, but I also don’t deserve this jaw dropping state of awe. Do people treat English or History degree holders the same way? Continue reading
I wasn’t looking for a new job…one may have found me. I found out that a full-time position just came available in a company that has advancement capabilities and it is a job that I can really do well First, let me give you some history.
I was ALWAYS a good student. Some called me a teacher’s pet. I didn’t agree completely with that nickname, but it mostly fit. I was the student that no one was ever worried about, they knew that I would always succeed. Therefore, no one noticed that I had low reading comprehension and no one ever suggested careers that I might be good at or love. So anytime anyone asked me what I wanted to be, I made it up. How could I admit that I didn’t know? that I had no dreams? The only thing that I knew for sure was that I would be a mom. Continue reading