If it's true that we spend the most time with the one we love and when we are not with the one we love, we spend our waking moments thinking about and talking about the one we love THEN does that mean I LOVE MY JOB? I admit, I have been married to it for a while, but LOVE?
I hope not. I did not mean for this to happen and I am trying to break up as I type...on the work computer (LOL), but I can't just bring myself to quit cold turkey...I need a substitute. Shopping, Eating, working-out all leave me wanting more.. I'm open for suggestions.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Motivation
What is the big motivator for you to do the things you do? Is it to make yourself happy? or to make others happy? For example, I am fanatical about my eyebrows. This isn't to be more appealing to the opposite sex ( I doubt straight men care), nor is it to compete with other women. It's just MY thing....What motivates me to pluck, arch, wax, fill in, threat, bleach and torture my eyebrows? ME! I am my own motivation. Now as for the gym where being healthy should be the motivation in and of itself, MY SKINNY JEANS are my motivation. I want to be back in them for myself...I THINK..
What makes otherwise sane individuals get all dressed up, smell all good, get the nails and feet DID to stand in uncomfortable shoes that cost a pretty penny and "enjoy" libations in a public watering hole where others of the opposite gender MIGHT be, when they could stay home in their sweats and chill?
What's the motivation?
Do The Girlz and I really go out "JUST TO HANG?" or are we looking to get hung? Are The FELLAZ just chillin at the spot, cuz they just got off work and they like paying the price of a 6-pack for one beer? The fresh cuts, The cars, the gear?? Are these all things they'd do anyway if no women were around?
Is it purely social? REALLY?
What makes otherwise sane individuals get all dressed up, smell all good, get the nails and feet DID to stand in uncomfortable shoes that cost a pretty penny and "enjoy" libations in a public watering hole where others of the opposite gender MIGHT be, when they could stay home in their sweats and chill?
What's the motivation?
Do The Girlz and I really go out "JUST TO HANG?" or are we looking to get hung? Are The FELLAZ just chillin at the spot, cuz they just got off work and they like paying the price of a 6-pack for one beer? The fresh cuts, The cars, the gear?? Are these all things they'd do anyway if no women were around?
Is it purely social? REALLY?
Friday, October 16, 2009
There comes a point where our parents are no longer responsible for the decisions and by decisions, I mean MISTAKES we make as adults. I say this to free a someone I love. One of my clients has an out of town parent. Staying with grandma and grandpa has taken it's toll on this young person who has shut down and begun experimenting with drugs. It reminds me of a family situation and I took a lot of time with this mother today to share with her the pros and cons of sending her only son to stay with her parents. I know many a man (and woman) who refuses to forgive his mother for making the same tough decision many years ago. It was then (as it is now) for his own good, but when we are young, we can not understand that which is good for us, doesn't always feel good to us. It is when we are adults that we understand the tough decisions that make us grown ups in the first place. If life were full of easy decisions, we'd still be in the sandbox.
When I was a child I spake as a child. When I became an adult, I put away childhood things....
Harboring anger is childish
Not wanting to be responsible for mistakes is childish
Making a mistake is human...not trying to fix it is childish...
This unreleased resentment and frustration stands between love developing and growing. It prevents people from meeting with their hearts. It stands between me and mine. What is standing between you and yours?
Friday, October 02, 2009
What are YOU waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
One of my clients ( a mentally ill woman, I might add) told me last week that she was waiting for her KING. By this she meant a man who was her EVERYTHING. He was already ready already and according to her, GOD had shown her that her KING was in New York and she was ready to drop everything, including her children, to go be with him.
I halfway got excited. Don't we all want a KING? Aren't we all "QUEENS TO BE-e-eee?" I was on her side, except for the whole leaving her kids part. THEN she told the rest of the story: This "KING" was living with his mother and going through a divorce. See what had happened was... he had to get his house in order before she could get up there. She did too. I quickly disengaged. Heard it all before.
Isn't it funny how quickly we cling to the White Knight Myth? Even when we know he is NOT real? For a split second, I thought she had the magic jewel in the crown of dating....I was like, DANG! WHY NOT ME?
So now, here's the question: Do you believe HE is out there? And by HIM, I mean that all good and perfect man to take you away from the doldrums of single life into the elevated status somewhere beneath Kamora Lee Simmons, but above Tyra Banks with a twinge of Heidi Klum and Angelina Jolie mixed with Halle Berry? Who is your HIM? And by that I mean, your "I love me some HIM?" For me that man is THE BOSS. He has control without overexerting it. He has influence over me and all things without abusing it (or me). He is the BOSS of all...And my answer is: I HOPE HE'S OUT THERE.
One of my clients ( a mentally ill woman, I might add) told me last week that she was waiting for her KING. By this she meant a man who was her EVERYTHING. He was already ready already and according to her, GOD had shown her that her KING was in New York and she was ready to drop everything, including her children, to go be with him.
I halfway got excited. Don't we all want a KING? Aren't we all "QUEENS TO BE-e-eee?" I was on her side, except for the whole leaving her kids part. THEN she told the rest of the story: This "KING" was living with his mother and going through a divorce. See what had happened was... he had to get his house in order before she could get up there. She did too. I quickly disengaged. Heard it all before.
Isn't it funny how quickly we cling to the White Knight Myth? Even when we know he is NOT real? For a split second, I thought she had the magic jewel in the crown of dating....I was like, DANG! WHY NOT ME?
So now, here's the question: Do you believe HE is out there? And by HIM, I mean that all good and perfect man to take you away from the doldrums of single life into the elevated status somewhere beneath Kamora Lee Simmons, but above Tyra Banks with a twinge of Heidi Klum and Angelina Jolie mixed with Halle Berry? Who is your HIM? And by that I mean, your "I love me some HIM?" For me that man is THE BOSS. He has control without overexerting it. He has influence over me and all things without abusing it (or me). He is the BOSS of all...And my answer is: I HOPE HE'S OUT THERE.
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