“Compassion practice is daring. It involves learning to relax and allowing ourselves to move gently toward what scares us. The trick to doing this is to stay with the emotional distress without tightening into aversion; to let fear soften us rather than harden into resistence.”~ Pema Chodron
Still here. Mostly. 
“I’ve been absolutely terrified every moment of my life- and I’ve never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.”
~ Georgia O’Keefe
“So, Angela, what exactly do you do around here?”
“You know, B. That’s a good question. I’ve been trying to put my finger on it lately, and had my mother-in-law ask me the same thing several months ago. When I couldn’t define what it is I do, I told her that I basically did whatever it was my boss asked me to do. Her response was, ‘So, then you’re his administrative assistant,’ and I thought, ‘Well, there go five Who’s Whos, two degrees and a governor’s commendation down the shitter!’”
Anyone else care to ask me what I do?
Communications. I’m in communications. And marketing. With an emphasis on communications.
“Have you done it for a while?”
“Since ‘92,” I replied. Is that a while, folks? I’m thinking that it qualifies.
I was feeling so sorry for myself that I pulled out the big stops, “Well, before this I was the director of marketing and public relations at so-and-so university.”
“Oh.”
Though, folks, today I was thinking that driving a van for a hotel might be a nice job. I think I would like driving a van.
“Mom, why don’t you teach anymore?”
“Because then I couldn’t drive you to school in the morning. And I’d have to grade papers all night.”
“Oh. But you could teach at my school if you wanted to.”
“Yes, honey. I could.” (If they’d have me, I add to myself — sixth grade — I might be able to teach sixth grade.)
Kids, it’s been a bit rough. I’ll be honest. Lots going on and lots keeping me from the blogging life I came to love. Some of it hard; most of it good. Life — at its finest.
A dear friend of mine just called today, devastated by some things going on in her life. I immediately thought of sending this to her, which I will, but wanted to pop in quickly to say “Hello” and send these wishes to you, too. My thanks to everyone who has cared enough to leave a note. There are definitely changes in my life at the moment, but they are positive things. I’ll post updates as I can.
Love and cyber hugs,
Angie
This one popped up in my inbox this morning. I found it appropriate considering some life changes we’re going through:
“Better three hours too soon, than one minute too late.”
— William Shakespeare
How encouraging! I feel encouraged. Don’t you?
Of course, this is from a month ago, but I’ve already told y’all what happens to me in January. (The quick answer is hibernation.) Here’s looking forward to Feb.!!
An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home.
He followed me into the house, down the hall, and fell asleep in a corner.
An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.
The next day he was back, resumed his position in the hall, and slept for an hour. This continued for several weeks.
Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: “Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.”
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar:
“He lives in a home with ten children — he’s trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?”
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