As i peek into a masters ballet class, watching participants ranging in age from raging hormonal teens to the geritol set, they go through the barre routine to a live pianist each one moving to the best of their ability with a visible internal focus which to an untrained watcher translates into personal happy hotspots.
I have seen these before in libraries and on the beach in the morning and yoga classes but until right now could not put the occurrence into words.
I bring this up to remind us all that it is possible to participate in a variety of activities by taking a moment to plug into these personal happy hotspots, shamelessly borrow some bandwidth and live even if only for a moment vicariously through their energy.
The music stopped as the master instructs his pupils. The energy dissipates briefly as the hotspots process the new information, and then with the next keystroke of the piano they return to life and I quietly and calmly assume my happy hotspot amongst theirs.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Muffin jacked by the seagull mafia!!!
So. I was walking on the beach with breakfast this morning and got muffin jacked by the seagull mafia.
One KAH!! And out of nowhere, I was ambushed!!! The ringleader, Jonathon Livingston Seagull, hovered right in front of my face pointy beak to my nose and demanded I hand over the muffin. I reluctantly handed over my breakfast, and the screeching mob let me go, with both eyes intact and bird bomb free clothing.
One KAH!! And out of nowhere, I was ambushed!!! The ringleader, Jonathon Livingston Seagull, hovered right in front of my face pointy beak to my nose and demanded I hand over the muffin. I reluctantly handed over my breakfast, and the screeching mob let me go, with both eyes intact and bird bomb free clothing.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Forgive me, for I have spent
A financial planner somewhere will read this and be horrified. Suze Orman The Money Book For The Young, Fabulous & Broke - Business, I'm sorry. Clark Howard, forgive me for I have spent.
Exactly seven days into my unemployment I have been on a sanity restoring spend fest, concluding with heated clothes and gloves for my motorcycle and I, reservations at St. Simons Island's King and Prince Beach & Golf Resorts Tower Room with panoramic beach views a bottle of Merlot and fruit plate to greet me upon my arrival. All things I would not be so easily persuaded to spend on while employed.
The experts state you should go on a self imposed austerity plan when faced with unemployment, I've decided to do that later and go on a self imposed restore my sanity plan. Which for me requires road trips to no where and luxury accommodations, hey, I'm strengthening the economy, right?
It is easy to find advice on how to budget to survive a period of unemployment but it is not so easy to find advice on how to keep from plummeting into frustration and depression from being unemployed. I am no expert but felt, it is just as important to maintain a healthy and positive mentality during this time of great change so when I am blessed with interview opportunities my demeanor will remain outgoing, welcoming and warm. Those are emotions I am unable to fake, and are invaluable to success going into this new phase of my professional life.
This morning (not too early) I strategically packed my one bag and bungeed it to my beloved 2007 Harley Davidson FLSTSC (Springer) who I have named Olive on a mission to return to St. Simons Island, a small oceanside town on the southern Georgia coast. It has those oak trees with the moss hanging off of them like you see in the movies, the beaches are bare and the majority of the area is historic and very, very quiet. I caught a bit of traffic exiting the atlanta area and my GPS took me on the strangest route to get here turning a 5 hour trip into a bit longer than 5 hour trip but I enjoyed every minute of it, only wish I was able to see the coastal views which were covered by darkness by the time I arrived about 10PM. The heated clothing and gloves I had purchased worked like a charm and my ride was very comfortable. Thank you First Gear for making a functional product at a fairly affordable price.
I'm here...now what. I don't know. I do know that while crossing the causeway onto St. Simons Island I was expecting to smell the sweet smell of ocean air and instead was blasted by an odor somewhere between dead feet and stinky garbage disposal. I will be asking about that tomorrow. Other than that. Nothing. Nothing planned but quality me time, whatever that may be.
Exactly seven days into my unemployment I have been on a sanity restoring spend fest, concluding with heated clothes and gloves for my motorcycle and I, reservations at St. Simons Island's King and Prince Beach & Golf Resorts Tower Room with panoramic beach views a bottle of Merlot and fruit plate to greet me upon my arrival. All things I would not be so easily persuaded to spend on while employed.
The experts state you should go on a self imposed austerity plan when faced with unemployment, I've decided to do that later and go on a self imposed restore my sanity plan. Which for me requires road trips to no where and luxury accommodations, hey, I'm strengthening the economy, right?
It is easy to find advice on how to budget to survive a period of unemployment but it is not so easy to find advice on how to keep from plummeting into frustration and depression from being unemployed. I am no expert but felt, it is just as important to maintain a healthy and positive mentality during this time of great change so when I am blessed with interview opportunities my demeanor will remain outgoing, welcoming and warm. Those are emotions I am unable to fake, and are invaluable to success going into this new phase of my professional life.
This morning (not too early) I strategically packed my one bag and bungeed it to my beloved 2007 Harley Davidson FLSTSC (Springer) who I have named Olive on a mission to return to St. Simons Island, a small oceanside town on the southern Georgia coast. It has those oak trees with the moss hanging off of them like you see in the movies, the beaches are bare and the majority of the area is historic and very, very quiet. I caught a bit of traffic exiting the atlanta area and my GPS took me on the strangest route to get here turning a 5 hour trip into a bit longer than 5 hour trip but I enjoyed every minute of it, only wish I was able to see the coastal views which were covered by darkness by the time I arrived about 10PM. The heated clothing and gloves I had purchased worked like a charm and my ride was very comfortable. Thank you First Gear for making a functional product at a fairly affordable price.
I'm here...now what. I don't know. I do know that while crossing the causeway onto St. Simons Island I was expecting to smell the sweet smell of ocean air and instead was blasted by an odor somewhere between dead feet and stinky garbage disposal. I will be asking about that tomorrow. Other than that. Nothing. Nothing planned but quality me time, whatever that may be.
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