A Good Day

There are some days when life is extremely good. I mean, they're not just ordinary. They're not just OK. They're good. And on those days, everything seems to go your way and turn out for that good. Those days are rare, and few and far between. Most days are like running the rat race and waking up with an 8-ton headache, not even remotely ready to start the day. Most days are like the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that, and so on and so on. But today...was a good day.

There are few days when one wakes up and every thing that is set in place for that day, is great. I count those days as blessings, and certainly try to make them last a little longer, because I never know when they're going to come back.

Today was Friday, for starters. So, waking up to that and getting Starbucks on the way to work was a slice of heaven. I love those rare morsels of goodness. And then, I moved into my new office today and two sales guys were kind enough to help me move a second desk in for me so that I had an L-shaped working area with more than enough space. I even motivated one of them to clean out their old office. I had people stopping by and saying hello and chatting...I really started to feel like I was becoming part of the family (which is a little frightening and I don't know if I'm ready for that yet...or frankly even want to be part of the family. Is that bad?). I didn't get a whole lot of orders because business is steady, not too crazy, which works well for me I admit.

Later in the day, I got a personal email from the president of the company telling me that one of the sales reps told him that I was doing a great job and that I was a pleasure to work with. My boss was copied on it so that was the sweet icing on the cake. Don't worry, because God taught me a huge lesson on humility on my way home. But, that made me walk a little taller.

And if it couldn't get any better than getting my own office and a personal letter from the president today, tomorrow is my birthday--and it's a SATURDAY! So, the whole day I was on top of the world anyway thinking about what surprise planned by the hubby (for which, by the way, didn't show up until the end--long story) the evening held, and all this great stuff happens.

After work, I went to Peebles and bought myself a green sweater because, hey, it was only 9 bucks and I thought to myself, "Why not? Your birthday is tomorrow."

I spent the next 4 hours at dinner at Tony's with my favorite peeps in the world: my family. And, never mind the presents, my mom bought me the cake I wanted! It's the most fabulous cake in the world. Thanks mom. And, interestingly enough, an old, old friend of my sisters (who I also knew) that I haven't seen in about 5 or so years came over to the house to visit at 10 o'clock at night. He is an interesting character with some wild stories. And I must admit we are weird for having people over to our house at 10 o'clock at night.

It was one of the best days of life in a long while. I'm having more of those lately. And the great thing is, which a lot of people don't do I think, I'm allowing myself to have them.

Back to the grindstone, again...

I went in late Monday. Isaac had off Monday. I worked Tuesday. So did Isaac. Isaac and I both had off Wednesday. And I went in late today. It's funny when I hear my work say "we are on a two-hour delay," like we are in high school again.

It was a nice breezy week. I'm counting my blessings. And now, tomorrow is Friday and we have a 3-day weekend coming up, followed by a 4-day week. I'm making Isaac go see Dear John with me. Won't that be a hoot? The following Friday is my birthday and I think we are having some shindig at Carrie's for which I'm excited.

I've spent the past few days trying to figure out WHAT it is that I need to do, to put one foot forward in the direction I want to go, but I cannot figure out what that is. I have been researching and researching and reading and looking things up online, and consulting with people, but nothing is sticking.

I'll tell you what is sticking...all this snow. I think it's become a natural thing to look out the window and see white things falling. It's weird, now, when I look out and see empty air. It's almost unnatural at this point to NOT see any snow falling.

I think the snow has made us all kind of "pull together" and rely on one another. I met a neighbor named Alison who lives on the 4th floor in my building. I helped her shovel her car out last Sunday because she lives alone and didn't have any help. The poor girl had one shovel and was going the opposite of warp speed. Now I know who I can borrow a cup of sugar from.

I mean, we all work so, so hard and we deserve a break more often than we take one, I think. I wish we lived like the French do and only had to work 35 hours a week, by law. That would be nice, don't you think? We push ourselves to the max, overworking ourselves at times, which some of us like to do and can be good. But most of the time it results in neglecting family and children, for which our lives pass us by. Next thing you know, little Johnny is going off to college and you don't even know him very well. Oh, the wonders of what it would be like to leave the office at 5 every day! I have to say, I'm pretty proud of myself. This new job I got allows me to do that, so far. I haven't had any crazy demands yet to sell my soul to Brookfield Corporate Drive, yet.