R, yes, yes, yes to everything you say as only you know how to say it. Did you ever see the movie Night Shift? It is very funny. So I'm not imagining what such time reversals can do. Maybe it's only one or two nights.
You want to be a reformer. That's the attraction. Some want to climb Mt. Everest. May try that Niacin with a slow release available over the counter. Glad it works for you. Where is J? Weekends could be hazardous, as I recall.
Paislee, what I think and share is only my view and experience, which I never mean to impose. I had to separate my issues and address them one at a time. Put them all together and they are overwhelming. It would seem the awful, awful tragedy of your son is at the root. How can it not be? How to deal with it? After all, you must go on and carry on. Your requirements re sleep (silence) need to be respected. I'd make that very clear to others around me.
Paislee, I have a brother (my only sibling) who tears me apart every day. We are made to feel responsible for others to the point of nearly destroying ourself. Where does this come from? Does it make sense? Maybe what saves me is that I view life as a struggle, as suffering, which it was from day one. Still, I carry on as best I can and try to help others, if I can. You actually do the same. You are to be admired for the good cheer you always bring.
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Hi Tina-Thank you. I have to admit that it has to do with losing my son, after crying all day today, I guess, weeping, periodically. I just stayed in bed and DH joined me in our room while I watched TV and he slept. He is very tired, but we are doing what my Dr suggested we do. Which is to keep connecting with each other as we did on my trip to check on my sister. That trip was good for us because there wasn't any other distractions.
Anyway, I would think about my misery, or my sad feelings, and weep and think about my son and then all that followed after it. Then later in the day, I realized, I'm grieving! Its okay, this is what I'm suppose to do. I can only put my pain and heartbreak in the back of mind for so long and then its gotta resurface.
I also had some disappointing news from my brother, I was expecting him to come to a family event. But was disappointed the way he told me through email and I took it hard. Probably nothing to him, because he isn't the sensitive type and he has his own children to attend to out of state. I understand it, but the way he questioned something about the event bothered me. I never answered the assumption he made or judgment, but it is a familiar way of speech that my family does and I do. We question things to get understanding or to see if it lines up with what we expect things to be.
This way of thinking and quizzing causes my own children and DH much stress. Because I'm questioning their judgment and not accepting their answers as fact. They are saying, "No." to doing something they don't want to do or can't do in an indirect way. Sometimes they need the quizzing to get to the truth or to find out how they really feel about something that they can't be direct about. Other times, some of them have ADD and just plain forget. So I've learned and I'm learning as I go to mend fences and learn to be accepting and not expect so much.
Part of the disappointment was that last year my other brother and his family didn't come to my son's wedding after we cared for them for 3 years. So I've been working on that pain and letting go of it, but it comes back when my other brother or any of my family members I would have to say disappoint me. And it goes back to my father writing me out of his Will and in his last days he was trying to fix that, but two of my brothers didn't quite understand what he meant when he said he forgave the debt. So they are all losses that I guess, I'm grieving. But doing so without the aid of AD's and now with the anxiety symptoms.
I appreciate your comments, as I just have had no desire to do things, I just want to weep. But I'm feeling better as I realized I'm grieving.
That is why I feel so down and want to cry. I pretty much spent the day thinking of the past and I can only hope for the future, that someday, this anxiety symptoms that just make my gut churn and gives me scary feelings will go away. I still debated whether to take a Xanax, but it would be an experiment to see if I felt any better or calm enough that I could eat more food.
I still didn't feel the need to take even a wee bit of one, because I wasn't doing anything today to cause me to feel anxious, I let any ideas of trying to accomplish anything go by the wayside. I didn't think about clearing out any drawers or sorting through my closet. I just now put in a load in the washer. I just stayed in my PJ's with DH sleeping and snoring periodically. But it felt good to have him nearby and me not feeling anxious or worried about what he is thinking.
Thanks again. I'm sorry about your brother and have you told us about him on StressCenter.com yet? I know from when I first came here that DS and I need to work things out, along with DH supporting. That's what my Psychologist is trying to work on, first by me and DH getting along, then I'll have the support of DH. Our business requires us to do work at night, so pretty much, the females get to go to bed at a reasonable hour. The male family members don't, but still DS isn't working, he is entertaining and why these young people have to stay up into the wee hours of the night that cannot do anyone good, is beyond me.
If a few of the young people had school or work to go to early in the morning, then I don't think their staying up late at night would be an issue. I know that this eventually won't be such a problem as I get stronger and time schedules change.
Paislee
Anyway, I would think about my misery, or my sad feelings, and weep and think about my son and then all that followed after it. Then later in the day, I realized, I'm grieving! Its okay, this is what I'm suppose to do. I can only put my pain and heartbreak in the back of mind for so long and then its gotta resurface.
I also had some disappointing news from my brother, I was expecting him to come to a family event. But was disappointed the way he told me through email and I took it hard. Probably nothing to him, because he isn't the sensitive type and he has his own children to attend to out of state. I understand it, but the way he questioned something about the event bothered me. I never answered the assumption he made or judgment, but it is a familiar way of speech that my family does and I do. We question things to get understanding or to see if it lines up with what we expect things to be.
This way of thinking and quizzing causes my own children and DH much stress. Because I'm questioning their judgment and not accepting their answers as fact. They are saying, "No." to doing something they don't want to do or can't do in an indirect way. Sometimes they need the quizzing to get to the truth or to find out how they really feel about something that they can't be direct about. Other times, some of them have ADD and just plain forget. So I've learned and I'm learning as I go to mend fences and learn to be accepting and not expect so much.
Part of the disappointment was that last year my other brother and his family didn't come to my son's wedding after we cared for them for 3 years. So I've been working on that pain and letting go of it, but it comes back when my other brother or any of my family members I would have to say disappoint me. And it goes back to my father writing me out of his Will and in his last days he was trying to fix that, but two of my brothers didn't quite understand what he meant when he said he forgave the debt. So they are all losses that I guess, I'm grieving. But doing so without the aid of AD's and now with the anxiety symptoms.
I appreciate your comments, as I just have had no desire to do things, I just want to weep. But I'm feeling better as I realized I'm grieving.
That is why I feel so down and want to cry. I pretty much spent the day thinking of the past and I can only hope for the future, that someday, this anxiety symptoms that just make my gut churn and gives me scary feelings will go away. I still debated whether to take a Xanax, but it would be an experiment to see if I felt any better or calm enough that I could eat more food. I still didn't feel the need to take even a wee bit of one, because I wasn't doing anything today to cause me to feel anxious, I let any ideas of trying to accomplish anything go by the wayside. I didn't think about clearing out any drawers or sorting through my closet. I just now put in a load in the washer. I just stayed in my PJ's with DH sleeping and snoring periodically. But it felt good to have him nearby and me not feeling anxious or worried about what he is thinking.
Thanks again. I'm sorry about your brother and have you told us about him on StressCenter.com yet? I know from when I first came here that DS and I need to work things out, along with DH supporting. That's what my Psychologist is trying to work on, first by me and DH getting along, then I'll have the support of DH. Our business requires us to do work at night, so pretty much, the females get to go to bed at a reasonable hour. The male family members don't, but still DS isn't working, he is entertaining and why these young people have to stay up into the wee hours of the night that cannot do anyone good, is beyond me.
If a few of the young people had school or work to go to early in the morning, then I don't think their staying up late at night would be an issue. I know that this eventually won't be such a problem as I get stronger and time schedules change.
Paislee
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Your story, Paislee, would tear anyone's heart out. I leap into the practical mode: how to go on. I could write pages on how I've helped myself in my circumstances. These don't necessarily transfer to anyone else.
Some of us have longed to end it. I know, I've been there. What held me back was the destruction to others. Your son was too young to understand that. Some adults don't understand it either. A very close friend of my daughter was lost this way. To this day I so admire how she dealt with it.
I admire you, Paislee, how you have dealt with so much in your life. And with all of it you still extend yourself to others as few can. That is how I also always view dear J. So we go on.........together.
Some of us have longed to end it. I know, I've been there. What held me back was the destruction to others. Your son was too young to understand that. Some adults don't understand it either. A very close friend of my daughter was lost this way. To this day I so admire how she dealt with it.
I admire you, Paislee, how you have dealt with so much in your life. And with all of it you still extend yourself to others as few can. That is how I also always view dear J. So we go on.........together.
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Paislee if the two adults are not on the same sheet of music and a child can weasel in they will game the system.
You and dh must get togeather and eliminate the middle person"child" the ability to get in between the two of you. When it happens there is turmoil between you and dh and kids thrive on it.
Set a curfew at lights out time. Take control of your home and they will respond to the training. If not you better learn how to ride the stress and anxiety coaster.
Give those kids more chores and exspect them to follow the instructions. Good luck as there will be some resistance.
I am sorry that the grieveing of your son is still haunting you. Were you the cause? Not likely. There could be a zillion whatif's and it will change nothing. We have no understanding why things happen as they do, our maker does and there was or is a reason. Maybe make a memorial for him that is close by and you can meditate on. We cannot let our lives be controlled by someone elses actions, we are not made that way. The "your" family needs your strength more than you are aware. Mom sets the presidence and the rest follow.
Maybe talk to dh about a company rule that there will be no sibling rivalry or consequences will prevail. It is learned behaviour and is easily stopped. Try it you may like it.
Take me with a grain of salt, I wish you as spock would say, live long and prosper.
Did I see mention your living somewhere in WV, I try to get there 1 or 2 times a year to ride bikes on the trails.
I am kinda worried about our J. She said she had a week of training, I hope it was manageable for her due to the negs pulling at her. All we can do is wait.......
You and dh must get togeather and eliminate the middle person"child" the ability to get in between the two of you. When it happens there is turmoil between you and dh and kids thrive on it.
Set a curfew at lights out time. Take control of your home and they will respond to the training. If not you better learn how to ride the stress and anxiety coaster.
Give those kids more chores and exspect them to follow the instructions. Good luck as there will be some resistance.
I am sorry that the grieveing of your son is still haunting you. Were you the cause? Not likely. There could be a zillion whatif's and it will change nothing. We have no understanding why things happen as they do, our maker does and there was or is a reason. Maybe make a memorial for him that is close by and you can meditate on. We cannot let our lives be controlled by someone elses actions, we are not made that way. The "your" family needs your strength more than you are aware. Mom sets the presidence and the rest follow.
Maybe talk to dh about a company rule that there will be no sibling rivalry or consequences will prevail. It is learned behaviour and is easily stopped. Try it you may like it.
Take me with a grain of salt, I wish you as spock would say, live long and prosper.
Did I see mention your living somewhere in WV, I try to get there 1 or 2 times a year to ride bikes on the trails.
I am kinda worried about our J. She said she had a week of training, I hope it was manageable for her due to the negs pulling at her. All we can do is wait.......
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Hi Dear Friends,
I'm here. I have so much to say, but honestly I feel so guilty for always rambling about myself. Tina and Whatif don't give me much of an opportunity to help them, but you both know that I would gladly help you any way I could if you ever need anything.'
I know you both know that I am here for you too.
Paisley, Tina and Whatif gave you excellent advise. I will add that it is so important to grieve. You are so very right not to push your grief down inside of you, as it will only manifest itself in other ways, later on, down the road. Losing your beloved child is the hardest ggrief to bear, and it will always be with you. Your son will always be with you. I say look for little signs from him.
Did he love trucks or a certain cartoon or animal....when you see one of his "favorites", know that he is with you at that very moment. Do you have faith? I believe that faith is the way to survive in our times of deepest sorrow. Without my faith, I would surely be dead.
I ignored or missed a suicide warning that I was shown by way of a third party in December, and the suicide occurred. For a while I blamed myself, and felt that I contributed to it once upon a time. My psychiatrist is helping me with this, when I dare to discuss it. My true self knows that it wasn't because of me, but I have still yet to forgive myself for damages that I may have caused....I'm working on it, but I suspect I will always have the pain in my heart knowing that I hurt someone with my words.
My psychiatrist has also been helping me with a "breakthrough" or as she said in our next session "I don't always know what has context and what doesn't, but our last session was very important in terms of your life now"
When I was a travel agent in my early 20's, and newly hired, I was also a single working mother. I worked full time and went to day care each morning and evening to drop off and p/u my daughter. For awhile I was also attending school at night, and had a babysitter. Translation, I was working very, very hard.
After my father died years later, my older brother told me (in front of my stepmother) that my father was actually paying my employer to pay me.
I was shocked and deeply humiliated, but had no where to go with that information. My father was dead and so were my employers at the time.
My salary was an illusion. I worked so hard, basically for free. They gave me a paycheck from the agency, but it was all just an illusion.
My psychiatrist said that is why I have trouble knowing what is "real" and what isn't. Or why I question what is "real". I suppose I have many other times in my life that what was real, really wasn't real, and I was told to just keep quiet.
Where am I going with this....For now, I am trying to focus on what is really real to me. So, I have been staying off of the computer as much as possible. This doesn't mean that I don't trust you, because I do. (that's why I'm here today, explaining all of this)
But I am online only now. I check my emails and read the news. It is just for now, an exercise.
I will be working almost every day in the month of March. I have even forfeited a trip to La Quinta, and DH will go without me. My supervisor is smart. She is training me properly and thoroughly. My old supervisor is having a fit that I am where I am, but too bad. I have taken a leave of absence from my volunteer duties for the month of March, and will resume them again in April. My schedule in March will be training 1st shift for the first two weeks. 8-4 and 2nd shift the week after, 8pm-12 midnight, and third shift the last week, 12midnight - 8am. I haven't seen the movie mentioned, but I suspect it will be more like Night at the Museum, or whatever it is called, where everything comes to life. I only live 2 minutes from the hospital, so that part is easy.
So far my supervisor is impressed with how quickly I am catching on, and she already has had me doing "overhead pages" of the doctors. I still feel a bit ashamed to say that I work on the switchboard, but everytime I do feel that way, I remember Tina's words. Work is work and I should feel good about receiving a paycheck. And my word, humble. I should not feel as if I am too good to do any kind of work. Plus, I intend on proving myself, and I want to some day be the hospital front desk receptionist. (what I volunteer for now) I'm just following my breadcrumbs and building myself up in the mean time.
So, I'm online less, and reading more. I'm just finishing The Girl with The Dragon Tattoo, and will start the sequel as soon as I'm done. I'm practicing my guitar and needlepointing and just staying in the moment.
I've already put in for time off in May, because I'm going to fly out to LA to see my nephew graduate from college, and spend time on a family vacation with my brother and his family. I'm going alone.
So, I'm here and I'm getting strong. I told my supervisor that I was a little worried about my schedule, as she has me training almost 7 days per week. She said "you are stronger then you think". That made me smile and feel great about myself.
I am stronger then I think.
Tina, I'm so sorry that you have had such heartache regarding your brother and his illness. I suspect you feel guilty for being the strong one. How to advise you to not feel guilty....try to have faith in YOURSELF, if nothing else. (I know your beliefs).
You were meant to be the stronger one. You were just built differently then your brother. You are stronger. You just are.
With your strength, you can help him cope, but not to the degree that it starts hurting you. I've learned this too. When I start to feel as if I'm being pulled into someone else's life too much now, I guide them to someone else and take myself out of the loop. If I didn't know how to do this by now, I would surely be dead. My daughter's life (B) is no longer in my hands. She is in God's hands now and I pray. You meditate. You have your exercise and your yoga. Thank goodness you have these things. And your books and your boss and your beautiful children.
I'm glad we a found each other again. I'll check in daily.
Love,
J.
I'm here. I have so much to say, but honestly I feel so guilty for always rambling about myself. Tina and Whatif don't give me much of an opportunity to help them, but you both know that I would gladly help you any way I could if you ever need anything.'
I know you both know that I am here for you too.
Paisley, Tina and Whatif gave you excellent advise. I will add that it is so important to grieve. You are so very right not to push your grief down inside of you, as it will only manifest itself in other ways, later on, down the road. Losing your beloved child is the hardest ggrief to bear, and it will always be with you. Your son will always be with you. I say look for little signs from him.
Did he love trucks or a certain cartoon or animal....when you see one of his "favorites", know that he is with you at that very moment. Do you have faith? I believe that faith is the way to survive in our times of deepest sorrow. Without my faith, I would surely be dead.
I ignored or missed a suicide warning that I was shown by way of a third party in December, and the suicide occurred. For a while I blamed myself, and felt that I contributed to it once upon a time. My psychiatrist is helping me with this, when I dare to discuss it. My true self knows that it wasn't because of me, but I have still yet to forgive myself for damages that I may have caused....I'm working on it, but I suspect I will always have the pain in my heart knowing that I hurt someone with my words.
My psychiatrist has also been helping me with a "breakthrough" or as she said in our next session "I don't always know what has context and what doesn't, but our last session was very important in terms of your life now"
When I was a travel agent in my early 20's, and newly hired, I was also a single working mother. I worked full time and went to day care each morning and evening to drop off and p/u my daughter. For awhile I was also attending school at night, and had a babysitter. Translation, I was working very, very hard.
After my father died years later, my older brother told me (in front of my stepmother) that my father was actually paying my employer to pay me.
I was shocked and deeply humiliated, but had no where to go with that information. My father was dead and so were my employers at the time.
My salary was an illusion. I worked so hard, basically for free. They gave me a paycheck from the agency, but it was all just an illusion.
My psychiatrist said that is why I have trouble knowing what is "real" and what isn't. Or why I question what is "real". I suppose I have many other times in my life that what was real, really wasn't real, and I was told to just keep quiet.
Where am I going with this....For now, I am trying to focus on what is really real to me. So, I have been staying off of the computer as much as possible. This doesn't mean that I don't trust you, because I do. (that's why I'm here today, explaining all of this)
But I am online only now. I check my emails and read the news. It is just for now, an exercise.
I will be working almost every day in the month of March. I have even forfeited a trip to La Quinta, and DH will go without me. My supervisor is smart. She is training me properly and thoroughly. My old supervisor is having a fit that I am where I am, but too bad. I have taken a leave of absence from my volunteer duties for the month of March, and will resume them again in April. My schedule in March will be training 1st shift for the first two weeks. 8-4 and 2nd shift the week after, 8pm-12 midnight, and third shift the last week, 12midnight - 8am. I haven't seen the movie mentioned, but I suspect it will be more like Night at the Museum, or whatever it is called, where everything comes to life. I only live 2 minutes from the hospital, so that part is easy.
So far my supervisor is impressed with how quickly I am catching on, and she already has had me doing "overhead pages" of the doctors. I still feel a bit ashamed to say that I work on the switchboard, but everytime I do feel that way, I remember Tina's words. Work is work and I should feel good about receiving a paycheck. And my word, humble. I should not feel as if I am too good to do any kind of work. Plus, I intend on proving myself, and I want to some day be the hospital front desk receptionist. (what I volunteer for now) I'm just following my breadcrumbs and building myself up in the mean time.
So, I'm online less, and reading more. I'm just finishing The Girl with The Dragon Tattoo, and will start the sequel as soon as I'm done. I'm practicing my guitar and needlepointing and just staying in the moment.
I've already put in for time off in May, because I'm going to fly out to LA to see my nephew graduate from college, and spend time on a family vacation with my brother and his family. I'm going alone.
So, I'm here and I'm getting strong. I told my supervisor that I was a little worried about my schedule, as she has me training almost 7 days per week. She said "you are stronger then you think". That made me smile and feel great about myself.
I am stronger then I think.
Tina, I'm so sorry that you have had such heartache regarding your brother and his illness. I suspect you feel guilty for being the strong one. How to advise you to not feel guilty....try to have faith in YOURSELF, if nothing else. (I know your beliefs).
You were meant to be the stronger one. You were just built differently then your brother. You are stronger. You just are.
With your strength, you can help him cope, but not to the degree that it starts hurting you. I've learned this too. When I start to feel as if I'm being pulled into someone else's life too much now, I guide them to someone else and take myself out of the loop. If I didn't know how to do this by now, I would surely be dead. My daughter's life (B) is no longer in my hands. She is in God's hands now and I pray. You meditate. You have your exercise and your yoga. Thank goodness you have these things. And your books and your boss and your beautiful children.
I'm glad we a found each other again. I'll check in daily.
Love,
J.
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PS
Sorry Paislee. I will surly learn to spell your name right the first time around after this post.
Paislee. There.
Sorry Paislee. I will surly learn to spell your name right the first time around after this post.
Paislee. There.
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J, I have the book and read the first 50 pages last night. Glen and Dr.K are a very differnet team, they seem to mix well.
Glad all is moving forward and well in these new endeavors. With Brooke, I can relate to the heartbreak as I have one 20 that is shall I say learning the hard way. At least I hope so because we never hear from him.
Glad all is moving forward and well in these new endeavors. With Brooke, I can relate to the heartbreak as I have one 20 that is shall I say learning the hard way. At least I hope so because we never hear from him.
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Another thread is about crying. This makes me cry, for your hardships, but also out of happiness to read what you (all of you) post, to have the privilege of sharing your life, of having such friends. Never worry, J, about not posting. Love to all.
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Sticking my neck out, just want to add one thought about work attitude. If the switchboard status is a concern, what does that say about how you (or anyone) thinks and feels about those people doing that job? They do a service, don't they?
It is with work that most of us generally make our contribution to society. If we denigrate one kind of work, don't we also denigrate the very people doing that work? Why am I crying? Don't even know.
It is with work that most of us generally make our contribution to society. If we denigrate one kind of work, don't we also denigrate the very people doing that work? Why am I crying? Don't even know.
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Hi Tina,
You are so exactly right. To belittle the job, is to belittle the person doing the job. I very much like the ladies that I have met so far, and would never belittle them. (or anyone else)
But in order for me to ........ searching......well, I just have to be honest with myself. I do. I have to always be very truthful with myself, for me to keep moving forward and to seek a higher path, so to speak.
The old me would not have taken this job. The me 10 years ago. I wouldn't have had the inner peace that I'm striving for everyday now. I wouldn't have had the courage to understand that a truly humble person understands that an honest job is a worthy job. I wouldn't have been able to get past the label that others might bestow on me.
So, I'm more proud of the fact that labels don't matter to me anymore. I'm more proud of the fact that it's the hearts and souls involved with the work that matter.
I'm so proud of the fact that I can be honest and say that even though I know these to be true in my heart, I know that some will judge me based on what I do. I've already been judged by my needlepoint ladies, and I tested my new job title out yesterday with a friend as well. She was shocked, but was able to move past it, and is proud of me too.
I'm proud that I have an opportunity to teach this lesson to my daughter. Work is work. As long as it is honest, be proud.
Everyone matters, don't judge and most of all, look beyond the label. I do understand all of this, but to be me, and actually DOING it, is eye opening, to say the least.
Be kind to your telephone operator. You never know who he or she is or where they have been. The same goes for your sanitation worker, pizza delivery person, taxi driver, dish washer, cleaning person, window washer, etc.
Yup. That's me. Hospital switchboard operator soon to be on the 3rd shift. All alone. In the hospital. Cool.
I will officially be employed. I AM officially employed.
But it was you Tina, that helped me get to where I am now spiritually. You just don't use that word, but it is a spiritual transformation.
~Peace,
Love,
J.
You are so exactly right. To belittle the job, is to belittle the person doing the job. I very much like the ladies that I have met so far, and would never belittle them. (or anyone else)
But in order for me to ........ searching......well, I just have to be honest with myself. I do. I have to always be very truthful with myself, for me to keep moving forward and to seek a higher path, so to speak.
The old me would not have taken this job. The me 10 years ago. I wouldn't have had the inner peace that I'm striving for everyday now. I wouldn't have had the courage to understand that a truly humble person understands that an honest job is a worthy job. I wouldn't have been able to get past the label that others might bestow on me.
So, I'm more proud of the fact that labels don't matter to me anymore. I'm more proud of the fact that it's the hearts and souls involved with the work that matter.
I'm so proud of the fact that I can be honest and say that even though I know these to be true in my heart, I know that some will judge me based on what I do. I've already been judged by my needlepoint ladies, and I tested my new job title out yesterday with a friend as well. She was shocked, but was able to move past it, and is proud of me too.
I'm proud that I have an opportunity to teach this lesson to my daughter. Work is work. As long as it is honest, be proud.
Everyone matters, don't judge and most of all, look beyond the label. I do understand all of this, but to be me, and actually DOING it, is eye opening, to say the least.
Be kind to your telephone operator. You never know who he or she is or where they have been. The same goes for your sanitation worker, pizza delivery person, taxi driver, dish washer, cleaning person, window washer, etc.
Yup. That's me. Hospital switchboard operator soon to be on the 3rd shift. All alone. In the hospital. Cool.
I will officially be employed. I AM officially employed.
But it was you Tina, that helped me get to where I am now spiritually. You just don't use that word, but it is a spiritual transformation.
~Peace,
Love,
J.