Am working late today to attend a planning commmission meeting at 730.
The good thing about always having something planned every night of the week is that even when it's work, it can be fun.
Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for my co-worker. He called a minute ago upset that the event he is at did not have a name tag for him. He was upset.
What an opportunity to see that life goes on and one is really not all that important. Of course, he doesn't see it that way. Instead, he wanted me to get to the bottom of the situation and fix it.
I can only e-mail him the e-mail trail. And then I am off. Good timing, since I am off to vacation tomorrow. Will have to wait and see what happens next week...
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
why fight it?
All around me, I see how people try to fight against what is meant to be.
Am planning yet another ski trip with a small group. It's just amazing how many glitches the members of the party came up upon, if only they listen to the signs.
People wanted to fly out of the area with one another, yet they didn't buy their tickets together. Everyone was voicing their different opinions about how many days they wanted to be on the trip, yet the organizer still booked too many nights.
For once, I didn't step in to organize the trip, just as I didn't do so for one of the trips earlier this year. Yes, my intervention could have saved some people time and money, but planning is part of the experience. I hardly ever let the small details stop me from having a good time, and I feel even more detached from the trips.
It's been such a different experience this year, to just let go more. I don't really mind a lot of things because I have been more than lucky. When what I want isn't within reach, I know it just wasn't meant to be. It's much easier to let go than to struggle against what isn't meant to be.
Am planning yet another ski trip with a small group. It's just amazing how many glitches the members of the party came up upon, if only they listen to the signs.
People wanted to fly out of the area with one another, yet they didn't buy their tickets together. Everyone was voicing their different opinions about how many days they wanted to be on the trip, yet the organizer still booked too many nights.
For once, I didn't step in to organize the trip, just as I didn't do so for one of the trips earlier this year. Yes, my intervention could have saved some people time and money, but planning is part of the experience. I hardly ever let the small details stop me from having a good time, and I feel even more detached from the trips.
It's been such a different experience this year, to just let go more. I don't really mind a lot of things because I have been more than lucky. When what I want isn't within reach, I know it just wasn't meant to be. It's much easier to let go than to struggle against what isn't meant to be.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
kind words from my friend
From: xxxxx
Sent: Tuesday, February 13, 2007 3:23 PM
To: xxxxx
Subject: RE: thanks
If I've learned one thing over the past 7+ years, it is that we type A folks need to understand that it takes time to figure it out and that we need to give ourselves the room and time to figure it out. We expect to be at or near the top from very early, which is not really a legitimate expectation. The drive is healthy, but it needs to be checked by reality or else we'll drive ourselves crazy.
Okay, enough pop psychology for now. ;)
Sent: Tuesday, February 13, 2007 3:23 PM
To: xxxxx
Subject: RE: thanks
If I've learned one thing over the past 7+ years, it is that we type A folks need to understand that it takes time to figure it out and that we need to give ourselves the room and time to figure it out. We expect to be at or near the top from very early, which is not really a legitimate expectation. The drive is healthy, but it needs to be checked by reality or else we'll drive ourselves crazy.
Okay, enough pop psychology for now. ;)
Sunday, February 11, 2007
challenges
Nothing comes easily in life for me. Everything is a struggle, but I relish in the learning experience.
Take sports. I am not at all coordinated (lapse in my synaptic transmission). Still, I am so inspired by atheletes and the culture of sports that I am trying to learn a new sport every year. With a lot of tenacity, I somehow get to a point of being able to at least pick up the sport.
Lately, that same determination is translating to a lot of my personal goals. Take salsa. I have this big dream about moving to South America at some point. I am not sure whether I will ever make it, but I am slowly trying to find ways to get there.
One of the ways to be familiar with Latin culture is learn all the Latin dances. I started salsa a few months back but never got the hang of it. Now, I am finally making time for the lessons and moving along.
Instructional dancing is not easy; being led is nearly impossible for me as I love to dance freely. Still, I am determined that this is yet another arena in which I can get very comfortable at. The eventual goal is to learn most of the dances, including the tango.
I am grateful that by having to struggle for every little thing in my life, that the prize comes in the form of familiarity. I don't have to be the best of anything, but just knowing that I can do something is a big reward given how hard it is to get to the comfort zone.
Life is getting easier. I have never felt more confidant or more intuned with that is meant to be. Every action and every choice is made with complete conviction that it is the right thing to do. There is almost a pat on the back for job well done.
At the same time, the pace is nearly tornado like. It's the whirling sound of the treadmill going at 4.8. I love the treadmill now. It's knowing that I can adjust the speed up and down depending on what I wish to accomplish on a particular day. It's a good feeling to be going at my own pace. Finally.
Take sports. I am not at all coordinated (lapse in my synaptic transmission). Still, I am so inspired by atheletes and the culture of sports that I am trying to learn a new sport every year. With a lot of tenacity, I somehow get to a point of being able to at least pick up the sport.
Lately, that same determination is translating to a lot of my personal goals. Take salsa. I have this big dream about moving to South America at some point. I am not sure whether I will ever make it, but I am slowly trying to find ways to get there.
One of the ways to be familiar with Latin culture is learn all the Latin dances. I started salsa a few months back but never got the hang of it. Now, I am finally making time for the lessons and moving along.
Instructional dancing is not easy; being led is nearly impossible for me as I love to dance freely. Still, I am determined that this is yet another arena in which I can get very comfortable at. The eventual goal is to learn most of the dances, including the tango.
I am grateful that by having to struggle for every little thing in my life, that the prize comes in the form of familiarity. I don't have to be the best of anything, but just knowing that I can do something is a big reward given how hard it is to get to the comfort zone.
Life is getting easier. I have never felt more confidant or more intuned with that is meant to be. Every action and every choice is made with complete conviction that it is the right thing to do. There is almost a pat on the back for job well done.
At the same time, the pace is nearly tornado like. It's the whirling sound of the treadmill going at 4.8. I love the treadmill now. It's knowing that I can adjust the speed up and down depending on what I wish to accomplish on a particular day. It's a good feeling to be going at my own pace. Finally.
time for everything and everyone
After dancing two nights in a row, I am tired. Tired yet happy. I am glad to be back to dancing by myself. It's Saturday night, and all I did was setup the TurboTax on the computer. Didn't even file yet. That's okay. That refund is just around the corner.
Even though I had two great offers to go out, I just knew it was a veg night.
Sure enough, I was rewarded with a wonderful phone call from Aunt Ellen.
Aunt Ellen is my mother's cousin. She is 15 years older than me, somewhere between an aunt and a cousin. Aunt Ellen also has two daughters that I am very close to b/c I went to graduate school near their home 10 years ago. I have watched these two babies grow into young ladies. The special bond w/Aunt Ellen's family is partly due to the fact that she is divorced, like me. We are our own Little Women when together.
Aunt Ellen called me tonight to thank me for spending time with her daughters the weekend after NY's when she chose to spend more time abroad visiting her mother. She had hired a babysitter for that week/weekend, but I decided to visit and make myself the designated guardian for that weekend. It was tough to have to chauffeur and cook and agonize about whether I made the right choice to take them to an R-rated movie.
I didn't know what to say when she thanked me. I am the one who is grateful. That weekend reminded me that I am still quite the confirmed bachelorette. Nothing makes one enjoy one's freedom like responsibilities.
At the same time, I am so grateful for that chance to spend time with two very busy high schoolers. My cousins have full load of classes, piano lessons, Chinese school, tutoring, band and even volunteering at the Orange County Children's Hospital. The honor was all mine to spend time with two very mature young women.
I am also grateful for Aunt Ellen. She inspires me. Our hour long conversations have been better than ever because we can respect each other's differences. She is a stay-at-home mom, and I am a single career woman. Her amazing cooking inspired me to be ever more creative with mine. She gutted her home and transformed it to a beautiful yet practical space, something I now want to do with mine.
It was absolutely the right choice to stay home and rest b/c I was duly rewarded with the most precious thing: ccnnecting with someone I love.
Even though I had two great offers to go out, I just knew it was a veg night.
Sure enough, I was rewarded with a wonderful phone call from Aunt Ellen.
Aunt Ellen is my mother's cousin. She is 15 years older than me, somewhere between an aunt and a cousin. Aunt Ellen also has two daughters that I am very close to b/c I went to graduate school near their home 10 years ago. I have watched these two babies grow into young ladies. The special bond w/Aunt Ellen's family is partly due to the fact that she is divorced, like me. We are our own Little Women when together.
Aunt Ellen called me tonight to thank me for spending time with her daughters the weekend after NY's when she chose to spend more time abroad visiting her mother. She had hired a babysitter for that week/weekend, but I decided to visit and make myself the designated guardian for that weekend. It was tough to have to chauffeur and cook and agonize about whether I made the right choice to take them to an R-rated movie.
I didn't know what to say when she thanked me. I am the one who is grateful. That weekend reminded me that I am still quite the confirmed bachelorette. Nothing makes one enjoy one's freedom like responsibilities.
At the same time, I am so grateful for that chance to spend time with two very busy high schoolers. My cousins have full load of classes, piano lessons, Chinese school, tutoring, band and even volunteering at the Orange County Children's Hospital. The honor was all mine to spend time with two very mature young women.
I am also grateful for Aunt Ellen. She inspires me. Our hour long conversations have been better than ever because we can respect each other's differences. She is a stay-at-home mom, and I am a single career woman. Her amazing cooking inspired me to be ever more creative with mine. She gutted her home and transformed it to a beautiful yet practical space, something I now want to do with mine.
It was absolutely the right choice to stay home and rest b/c I was duly rewarded with the most precious thing: ccnnecting with someone I love.
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