I think, when we complain about not getting to see Karma in action, it's because we aren't looking hard enough! The best example I have is for you to take a look at Tiger Wood's performance in the Major Championships of golf for the past few years since his extra curricular activities were brought to the public's attention. Not only did he have to give his Swedish wife half of his large cash holdings, buy her a couple of houses, and loose custody of his kids, but, he got to do this in the most public way possible. But, that's not the end of the bad karma. Win a regular tournament, that is only shown on the Golf Channel - go ahead, Sir! By all means, enjoy that low visibility success! Go to a major championship, on a network, shown in 15 countries, well, now, you're sure to shit the bed and end up way down on the leader board, with all the commentators shaking their heads and wondering what happened to you. Your Karma bus backs up over you, goes forward, and waits. Keep it in your pants once you make the vows, dumb ass.
My point is, because I don't care if he ever wins another golf trophy, gets any cash, or whatever, is that sometimes you need to look at those around you carefully to see if they are getting their just rewards. Work for a company that treats its employees badly? Get canned later? Ooops. The old saying "if you lie down with dogs, expect to get up with fleas" can also apply.
Bad things will still happen to good people. We won't know why. How you react to what happens to you is the control you have over the situation. Just remember; if the same shit is happening to you over and over, you need to make a change, because you can't expect the situation to change for you - if you're allowing people to treat you like jerks, they'll keep doing it until you remove yourself from their reach. If you work hard at your job and don't get rewarded, ask for rewards, if they still don't happen, get a different job. If the place you live is horrible, pack your shit and move. All of these things are possible - you'll be surprised if you just do what you need to do so you can be happy.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Sunday, September 8, 2013
I've been gone for a while, but, my MBA is done, and we've moved. We brought the gate with us.
So, I cried a little over the last post - we're missing some pets from that time! Finney had to cross the Rainbow Bridge, her thyroid problems were not letting her digest any food; it was time. Eighteen years of grumpy cat sweetness!
Lucy Fur was my good friend to help me with that loss; but, left home for greener pastures last January, I miss her every day!
Sheeba was older than I thought, and this was her last summer; she never did like the heat, and, after 12 years, an auto-immune condition, no teeth, and living outside, she did pretty well! RIP, ladies, you will always have a place in my heart.
I also had to say good bye to my horse of 24 years, Joe Paul Bailey. Kidney failure at age 27. Probably my last horse, due to health issues. My heart has taken several hard blows in the past 24 months.
However - we did move to the area we wanted. I'm still job hunting! I finished school, so that leaves a big gap in my time, and, I fill it with cover letter writing and applying for jobs. Fun stuff, and great for the self-esteem! Everyone is thriving here, the Boy likes his school, Scout pack, and is making friends, and discovering like his parents, that a large number of friends is totally over rated! Simon loves his new crew, and has a good time at work. We had a work get together, were I was the only wife that showed! But, as a designated driver, totally my duty.
Now that we live in the suburbs, we walk the dogs every day, and I am only 4 pounds away from losing 5% of my total weight! It's not helping the depression like it's supposed to, damn it! But, the dogs enjoy it, we went to Azalea Park tonight, very pretty and the dogs got to get hyper over some squirrels. My bestie and I are doing a virtual race for a year - from John O'Groat to Land's End, 650 miles. I'd better track every day! I hope to be running by 6 months. I'm determined to outrun my health problems if I can't get rid of them. The arthritis is probably the only one that will not like this.
I really enjoy reading hyperboleandahalf at blogspot.com, and her journey through depression has been familiar, but, I don't know how much to share. I hate being depressed, I hate having the label stuck to me like a stigma, I hate the symptoms, I hate not being able to tell myself to get my shit together and act like a damn grown up! I don't want to manage it, I want it gone. I wish it were a thing, I'd kill it and bury it in a shallow grave in a pine forest.
But, the puppy gate made the move with us! New drama, the new kittens (because a crazy cat lady can't loose three cats and NOT replace them) won't jump over it. One of them, Athena, she's the Boy's kitten, squeezes her self through it, and, the day is coming where that isn't going to work anymore! Jayne (Simon's) and Isabella (mine) won't jump over it, they jump on our dresser, next to it, and taller than it, and meow so we come open it for them. Whatever! Slave to the fur babies!
If you read this, you can comment, don't be mean, you won't like me when my feelings are hurt - share your trials, we can have virtual group therapy.
Love and take care
Lucy Fur was my good friend to help me with that loss; but, left home for greener pastures last January, I miss her every day!
Sheeba was older than I thought, and this was her last summer; she never did like the heat, and, after 12 years, an auto-immune condition, no teeth, and living outside, she did pretty well! RIP, ladies, you will always have a place in my heart.
I also had to say good bye to my horse of 24 years, Joe Paul Bailey. Kidney failure at age 27. Probably my last horse, due to health issues. My heart has taken several hard blows in the past 24 months.
However - we did move to the area we wanted. I'm still job hunting! I finished school, so that leaves a big gap in my time, and, I fill it with cover letter writing and applying for jobs. Fun stuff, and great for the self-esteem! Everyone is thriving here, the Boy likes his school, Scout pack, and is making friends, and discovering like his parents, that a large number of friends is totally over rated! Simon loves his new crew, and has a good time at work. We had a work get together, were I was the only wife that showed! But, as a designated driver, totally my duty.
Now that we live in the suburbs, we walk the dogs every day, and I am only 4 pounds away from losing 5% of my total weight! It's not helping the depression like it's supposed to, damn it! But, the dogs enjoy it, we went to Azalea Park tonight, very pretty and the dogs got to get hyper over some squirrels. My bestie and I are doing a virtual race for a year - from John O'Groat to Land's End, 650 miles. I'd better track every day! I hope to be running by 6 months. I'm determined to outrun my health problems if I can't get rid of them. The arthritis is probably the only one that will not like this.
I really enjoy reading hyperboleandahalf at blogspot.com, and her journey through depression has been familiar, but, I don't know how much to share. I hate being depressed, I hate having the label stuck to me like a stigma, I hate the symptoms, I hate not being able to tell myself to get my shit together and act like a damn grown up! I don't want to manage it, I want it gone. I wish it were a thing, I'd kill it and bury it in a shallow grave in a pine forest.
But, the puppy gate made the move with us! New drama, the new kittens (because a crazy cat lady can't loose three cats and NOT replace them) won't jump over it. One of them, Athena, she's the Boy's kitten, squeezes her self through it, and, the day is coming where that isn't going to work anymore! Jayne (Simon's) and Isabella (mine) won't jump over it, they jump on our dresser, next to it, and taller than it, and meow so we come open it for them. Whatever! Slave to the fur babies!
If you read this, you can comment, don't be mean, you won't like me when my feelings are hurt - share your trials, we can have virtual group therapy.
Love and take care
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)