Sun, quiet, changed the calendars to the new month while it was still dark, think I’ll make the rounds and see what the new picture is on each. From here I see a new recipe with what resembles biscuits on the kitchen wall, and a ship at sea in the living room … the other two should have a forest scene and an island beach.
Well, the biscuits are crab cakes, the ship is on the way to Galápagos, the scene is in a meadow this time with brilliant yellow birds alighting on wild flowers and the beach is Saint-Tropez… was it Coppertone that boasted the Saint-Tropez tan? Could’ve sworn the jingle rhymed with Saint-Tropez … yup, Bain de Soleil. Google is so damned convenient.
She looks a little pale to me. Do they make that stuff anymore… Wow, 1983… I’d graduated from high school 11 years ago already. How’s that for vernacular? I was 28.
My son was 5, my daughter not a thought yet. With what I know now, she was impatiently waiting…
A significant weather advisory showed up in the weather alerts and I wondered so I googled. It means not enough to call it severe thunderstorm but there could be hail or as opposed to cats and dogs, it’s going to rain rocks like on Planet 51. Ok, I’ll bring my iron-clad umbrella and keep my fingers crossed for the distance I have to walk to work it doesn’t rain until after I get there, the umbrella being heavy and ouch!. It also means lightening. I guess it was smart of me to put my wash on this 2am, now 3 from surfing around then deciding to write, and drying it before lightening strikes. Thank goodness it’s Friday and I otherwise have no reason to go anywhere for the weekend.
Sorry, got lost in some thought.
Thinking of a turn of events at work. My boss is one of the worst I’ve ever experienced and I wonder why is it if I am meant to be here she is part of it. Why do I have to have a terrible boss who threatens my security, my pay, pretty much anything she can. I’m hanging on for my life until I can retire. My poker face is getting worn. One of those things there’s no answer for I guess.
The aftermath of action and experience, historically, influences decision-making. We (the mind) recall what happened and consider the circumstance under which what happened took place. Business likes to call it synergy – the combination of physical functions of the body that makes a personal environment within ourselves, commonly known as us that are more than capable of reevaluating the happening. Some people won’t accept this synergetic evaluation. They are what can be called hotheaded. They know the details but justify the emotional response that makes precedent in the brain. From this I could set precedent for other non-connected decisions. The brain doesn’t consider the way to act, the environment we create for ourselves does. The brain does the math and we take it from there.
We can certainly create an artificial environment for ourselves thanks to anxiety or even exhilaration from happiness, simply in the over exaggeration of the emotion. The mind again does the math and we take it away as in being at the starting gate and we’re off. These people are referred to as paranoid – victims of anxiety – and ditz-brained over-reactionary due to exhilaration. Neither make a very good business professional along with the hotheaded one.
When faced with circumstances, it’s best to internalize them, meaning allowing our synergetic selves to know all possible outcomes depending on response and select the best response/outcome not keep it bottled up inside, let the pressure build and not even notice how far a radius when we explode. We must look closely at the math. If we don’t allow for this process, we create unnecessary complicated equations that show what we lack. Of course, this still doesn’t tell us why so many people react and don’t evolve from their reaction. Our decision-making can be influenced by an emotional response exclusive of ourselves. You know how it works: “my sister had a hard time with that so I don’t think it’s good.”
Up with the contemplatives like the old days and have a wash on at 4a.m., the one thing I don’t mind adding to the peacefulness of the day. I’d slept on and off to a couple of movies (a Queen Latifa double feature) after not being able to finish my super-salad and white wine for supper and stretched out after shutting off the third – guess I’ve had enough sleep. This doesn’t mean I won’t put my head down again sometime before the alarm officially goes off. We’ll see.
Today will be the second day of almost reaching 70 degrees and Saturday there’ll be an inch of snow. Is there any surprise tornadoes happen here especially under such stable weather conditions? I can’t help but wonder if those two weeks of genuine winter we haven’t gotten yet won’t rear their head. In a place like this it’s safe to say Punxsutawney Phil is doing the best he can. So far there’s been a tug-of-war between March the lion and March the lamb.
Time to transfer clothes to the dryer. Hang on.
That’s done. So far I haven’t been overwhelmed with the desire to go back to sleep. Might make an espresso though… might jump in the shower. Trying to shake this ridiculousness, this mind-boggling nonsense from my brain that goes on at work. I’m surprised no one’s come up with a “World’s Worst Bosses” show. Funny, but that said the tension is gone, I see the insignificance, the lack of importance of what goes on, the urgency to take it any further gone.
Thanks for being there.