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Monday, June 29, 2015

Microblog Mondays: Be Careful What You Wish For

Our dear Mel over at Stirrup Queens has begun a blog phenomenon... as she frequently does. 

Microblog Mondays. Writing in your own space. Something short and sweet. But it's meant to take back our bloggy space and call it our own. I am going to try to do this periodically. Life's hectic. So we'll see how long this lasts.
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For many years now, I've sought to change jobs. For a plethora of reasons that I will not go into here. Suffice it to say, I really needed a change. Badly.
It's taken a couple of years for this particular competition (yes, government works very slowly to ensure that all the T's are crossed and all the I's are dotted). But I've finally transitioned into a new position that suits my skills quite well and keeps me on my toes. Lord knows, I love that aspect of things and it thrills me.
But wow, steep learning curve! It's a blast so far; I'm about two months in right now. And so far, so good. I'm truly loving it.
But the pace is insane! I arrive in the morning with nothing in my calendar and blammo! It fills up in the blink of an eye with a multitude of meetings and updates and conference calls and planning sessions, and, and, and... you get the drift.
Like I said, be careful what you wish for! But if you're ready for a challenge... wish away!

Monday, June 15, 2015

Microblog Mondays: An Excellent Reminder for Us All

Our dear Mel over at Stirrup Queens has begun a blog phenomenon... as she frequently does. 

Microblog Mondays. Writing in your own space. Something short and sweet. But it's meant to take back our bloggy space and call it our own. I am going to try to do this periodically. Life's hectic. So we'll see how long this lasts.
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I wrote this on Facebook the other day. So many of my friends thought it was a wonderful, sweet anecdote and it needs to be shared. So here you go:


Today was a really warm, sunny day and we had planned to hit a park and a splash pad before running some errands. I put on the ONE pair of shorts that I own and I asked Hubby if he thought I could wear them out and about in public. (Side note: I never wear shorts out in public, only around the house or garden on my own property. I am so terribly self-conscious about my body, even post-surgery after losing 140 lbs. It's horrid.)


Petite overheard Hubby and me talking, and she peeked in the bedroom. Her words moved me.


"Mommy, it doesn't matter about the outside. It's the inside that counts."


One smart girl, right there.


I teared up a little, and hugged her tightly, telling her, "You know, you're absolutely right. Thank you sweetheart. I needed to hear that right now. It DOESN'T matter what anyone thinks, really... does it?"


And yes... I wore the shorts. :)