Talk About Short Lived...

Okay, after a week and a half of making what turned out to be "cold call" after "cold call" and discussing my hourly contract rate with our CPA I am, once again, officially unemployed.  "Cold Calls" are not my gig and it turns out I wasn't making enough money to make it worth my while to begin with.  Not to mention that my my precious Cate needs me to hang out with her some between now and the end of May.  So, to sum it all up, the part time job is history.  As my Daddy put it, a busy girl like me just doesn't have time for such things!

Now To Go Out And Do Something About It...

My friend BJ has this quote on her blog today (if you haven't checked her out, please do! http://sweetnothingsbj.blogspot.com/). 

These are words which inspire soul searching...

"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing".  Edmund Burke

I need to consider these words...

To consider them the next time I turn my head from wrong-doing or read of human injustice or of the simple fact that more people die from drinking unsafe water than do from all forms of violence, including war. 

You see, I am as guilty as anyone of doing "nothing".  Life is so much more pleasant inside the "bubble" where I like to live.  The question is, do I want to live a life of "me, me, me" or do I want to leave a positive imprint on this world prior to making my exit?

I definitely know the answer...now to go out and do something about it.  

My New Mantra...

"Fear can hold you prisoner.  Hope can set you free."

Those are such poignant words.

The line is from the movie The Shawshank Redemption.  If you haven't seen it, you must.  It is one you will never forget.

"Fear can hold you prisoner.   Hope can set you free."

My friend Bets has posted these words as her Facebook status a couple of times lately.  I haven't had the opportunity to talk to her about it yet but it is my hope that her use of these words means she is overcoming a fear - soaring above it with all the strength I know she has.  

Fear can be the devil.  It can keep you awake at night.  It can prevent you from sharing your most precious talents with the world.  It can cause you to hide the truth from even yourself.

Fear has been a frequent visitor of mine lately.  There are a couple of things lurking in the darkness.  Today I shall share one of them with you.  You see, I'm about to embark on a new part-time adventure.  Yes, I'm taking a part time job!  

I haven't worked in well over a year.  When I did work I was so cuddled in to my comfort zone that each day was just one more "groundhog day".  This is a whole new business and a whole new world - not to mention that I will be expected to be somewhere five days a week at 9:00 AM!  Oh, the horror!

Seriously, what if I fail?  What if I am not successful?  A large portion of this position involves telephone sales.  Not "cold calls" but still telephone sales.  

I am not a fan of rejection.  Hell, I'm not a fan of constructive criticism!  I am however a "people person" and I am very good on the phone.  This is only a small snippet of the conversations that go through my head.  And yes, it can get a little crazy inside my head!

"Fear can hold you prisoner.  Hope can set you free."  This shall be my manta.  I will repeat it each day as I brush my teeth, peddle that dang exercise bike, drive to my new job and oh, let's not forget, during those times in the night when fear knocks on the door and wants to be my companion.

MS Awareness Week...

March 8 - 13, 2010 is MS Awareness Week. 

The motto or catch phrase for this event is "Move It" and I guess it made an impression on me because I'm back in the gym this week.  

Whether you're like me and have MS, or not, the message is a good one.  Exercise has a positive impact on us all - whether we are wanting to lose a few pounds, to lower our cholesterol, lower our blood sugar, are fighting a case of the blues, or are battling a potentially debilitating disease...

exercise is the key...

the message is clear...

"Move It".

The Contractor Is Scheduled...

Over the past several years we have pretty much taken our house, one room at a time, and gutted it. It has been a labor of love. You see, when the Senor moved in, our home was like a neglected child. Fabulous soul, wonderful bones...but with the *&#* beat out of it!

Seriously, mere words can't describe the hideous layers of wallpaper, paint colors and other various atrocities we have discovered along our remodel journey.

And now, we are about to embark on the final frontier - the room that is hidden in the furthest most crevice of our home - the master bath.

Now before I go any further I must ask, don't you just love a beautiful bathroom? I'm not talking about something reminiscent of the shower facilities in your high school gym - I'm talking a peaceful, comfortable, spa-like bath that makes you wish you could spend all day there.

Okay, so I'm in touch with the fact that I am limited on space and don't live in the Ritz Carlton Hotel - there will be no steam room, hot tub or eucalyptus seating area but I do plan to create a beautiful bath all the same.

The color scheme has been determined, the cabinetry ordered, the shower design is under way, the contractor is scheduled...and this folks is where the craziness begins...