Went in for an interview at Macy's thinking I wouldn't get the job, but I got it almost immediately .
Just had a job interview to a freelance teaching job ('cause I really want to get back to teaching languages) and I got it . I didn't really have any doubts I wouldn't, but I'm still glad I'm given a chance to apply those skills for a change 'cause in my current job it's more about training the staff instead of teaching a language. Now I need to figure out how I'm going to juggle two jobs without burning myself out, but then again, wouldn't be the first time.
I hope I'll be able to keep it up for a while at least. I'll keep my full time job and then freelance on top of that, so it probably won't be as bad as what I did a couple of years ago.
Happiness is not ALL it's cracked up to be but it sure makes the days go by smoother - one day at a time.
I'm happy to say thanks (again) to my neighbor Greg for mowing my lawn for me today (the half-hour job takes him three minutes with his rider). Good guy.
After feeling very shitty all day (the last bit of it is still there), I think I'm feeling better. A bit better. Guess sometimes you have to step away from the darkness of humanity less that little light in your heart dims. There is goodness in this world, we just have to find it. Just because the news isn't reporting it, doesn't mean it doesn't happen. So, um...thanks for being here for me, everyone at Writing Forums. Though, Americans, you gotta admit, we are batshit crazy sometimes. A part of me is glad I live here so I can witness our Yankee craziness firsthand.
Today was my first day on a new job. I'm tired! Twice as many hours. But I'm happy. I need to be busier & I need more money. TMI, but I'm just being honest. That's the way it is! Also, this weekend I'll be out of town with my daughter & granddaughter at a softball tournament - always fun! So when I say I'm happy - I really am. It won't last forever but then maybe something else will come along and cheer me up - one minute at a time. One day at a time - that's all I need. And sorry, but I have to recommend this - if the internet drives you crazy & frustrated - go outside, go somewhere - get away for awhile. Everything will seem different to you - I promise!!
My grandson just sent me a text w/a picture of his mom when she was his age saying 'the original finesse kid'. How cool is that! makes me very happy! almost tearfully.
I'm so sorry I'm havin' a good time. SO sorry I'm laughin'. But I'm laughin' laughin' laughin'. Course this whipped Vodka has nothin' to do with it. LOL
School is chugging along nicely. I have enough money to pay rent for the next 5 months on hand right now. It's October and things are pretty much settled into a routine.
I find that I am close to a sense of happiness when I narrow that bastard emotion down to one key factor, and then tenderly focus, focus, focus. Hence allowing the impression that I sort of got happiness on "the ropes" these days, even though I should know better than trying to define and/or grasp it. What matters most (in my mindset, at least) is to try and maintain a sense of lightness, joyful attentive presence and purpose no matter what mayhem will occur when darkness inevitably descends on one's life. I don't believe that happiness is a given, unless you are childlike from beginning to end. As a tainted adult it remains an elusive quest, yet I stubbornly continue to believe that it is possible in the later phases of life. I think that it may have something to do with being able to acknowledge the moment as fleeting and enduring in the same thought. Tough one for sure, and still busting my gonads trying to wrap my head around that. Regardless, I am seriously working on it and this in itself is making me happier. Everyone needs a hobby, right ? That is mine these days.
I put in about 70 hours last week due to an approaching deadline. I'm back at work on the documents today, and it looks like I'll have them finished by this afternoon. Time to relax, read a book, have a glass of wine, &c.
I was giving out stuff for free, but the dude who came to pick them up insisted he'd pay for them. Win!
Forgot my USB stick in school after a computer exercise last Thursday. It was still plugged into the same computer when I checked back a few minutes ago. *phew*