The Price is Write.

Darlings,

I know I KNOW.
The blog's late, I'm sorry!
This whole week feels "off" actually.

Mercury's moving forward again, the moon's not full and the weather's lovely.
And yet...something's not quite right.
I had meetings scheduled on Monday when I'd usually be writing, and Tuesday I worked when I'd usually be off.

My mind and heart are racing, I've hardly slept a wink in DAYS...and yet I'm surprisingly calm.
(Albeit delirious.)
I have a long awaited reunion with my parents to look forward to and I couldn't be happier.
For the first time, I'll be on vacation for the entire duration of their trip.

Ah, Family.
The joys, the pains, the tears, the frustration and most importantly, the deep inexplicable connection.
Like it or not, they are a part of our fabric.
(How else can you explain loving your niece or nephew before they're even born?)

This "break" from reality could not have come at a better time for me.
It seems as though everyone is in flux.
I am surrounded by people (myself included) who are questioning their value.

Are we being "cheated" by our employers?
Did we price ourselves too low?
And if that's the case - at what point do we speak up and say "I deserve more."
(When dealing with someone that ONLY sees you as "sub par," how do you prove it??)

The problem is this: when you are belittled on a regular basis, whether it be in the form of under payment, indifference, or emotional abuse - it becomes far too easy to confuse their lies with your truth.
Very often it takes a reality check, a sign (or gift!) from God to remind yourself of who you are.

Nothing like a visit from the people who've known (and loved) me the longest to do just that.
Mom, Dad, welcome to New York.

There are places I remember

All my life, though some have changed

Some forever not for better

Some have gone and some remain

All these places have their moments

With lovers and friends I still can recall

Some are dead some are living

In my life I've loved them all

~ The Beatles

  

I say a little prayer for you...

Hi Lovelies,

First of all, this was not my intended title or topic.
My original post was to be about when Opportunity knocks, and you smartly (and finally) open the door to let him in.

Let me start from the beginning.

Not only did I start 2012 with online dating and a declaration of "fun," I also began a time-management program that my boss bought for the office. 
It's not only a to-do list of sorts, but way of looking at your life and fully deciding on what it is that you TRULY want.

In a quick brain-storming exercise, I wrote down that I'd like to go to church again. (I work weekends and had stopped going)
Well.
That request was answered SO quickly, I had almost forgotten that I put the prayer out there.
Thanks to a sudden schedule change, Sunday opened up.

I can shamefully admit, that when I get what I want too easily, I nearly always panic and find a way to look a gift-horse in the mouth. 
I work like hell to push the good away - so that I have a reason to complain. 
Work, family, friends, relationships, money.  It's always something.

At church yesterday, the service was about exactly that.
While we are quick to find fault with people, and treat our daily dramas as "emergencies," the only REAL emergency is our relationship with God. 
It is the only thing that lasts forever.

It's not like we take our latest manicure and skinny jeans with us when we die (although I probably will) so the soul is all we've got folks.

Knowing this, makes the irregularities of Life a little bit easier to digest.
Don't be afraid to ask for what you need darlings, you just may get it still.

To be continued...

The moment I wake up

Before I put on my makeup

I say a little prayer for you

~ Burt Bacharach for Dionne Warwick

(& Aretha Franklin)