I’ve been a fan of Ed Sheeran since before he was as popular as he is now and I’ve been lucky to see him play in really small, intimate venues here on the West Coast. I don’t know if it’s his every day persona and his very laid back manner. Nonetheless, his work resonates on so many levels at various times in my life.
I heard this for the first time on Monday and it hasn’t been far from my mind. And yes, I do think of him.
While my oldest chose differently and is quite happy with her choice, she still wonders what if? Then again, who doesn’t? This was waiting in my inbox, courtesy of her. I admit, I can totally see her in these videos that the midshipmen post. Pure fun. And who can’t use pure fun?
Originally wanted to post this, a couple of months ago. and while I didn’t get the chance to finish or the time alone to post..it still play on my mind. Especially as the few bloggers I was specifically thinking about are still on their journeys, in various stages, whether it be in love, discovering a new relationship, living day to day in the knowledge that they remain in love with someone that is paralyzed from reciprocating, or finally living freely in an authentic way for her and her girls…there are so many of you out there. The journey doesn’t end does it? It just changes…
***without further adieu***
Originally, the break was meant to be temporary, very temporary. It started with not blogging much but keeping up with all of you by reading and commenting here and there. As I tried to keep up with those of you that I follow religiously, I noticed a recurring theme amongst many of us around being true to oneself, love and what does loving oneself look like, what does love look like when it’s someone that loves you and how do our own issues and expectations act as a filter in any of our relationships. Romantic, platonic, familial, and more importantly with ourselves.
For someone that is paid to speak and present and blah blah blah…I’m feeling out of sorts today. For the first time in a very long time I wrote a long missive, spilling thoughts that are tumbling about, emotions and feelings that have me on the edge, revealing insecurities, longing and a desire to hear assurances. Where is this coming from? Is it the convergence of everything? Is it the disconnection that feels like a new normal and unsurmountable? I don’t know. But for the first time in a long time I’ve written one of those missives. The one in which it’s so raw and real that it frightens you to reread it. And so it sits, unsent, in the drafts folder.
begin rant/ I don’t care what type of work one does, what industry, blue collar, white collar, agriculture, academics, entertainment, whatever. Work is work and where there’s work, there’s environment and then there are those you encounter at work. Be it colleague, customer, friend, whatever. The leadership team I’m part of is made up of 11 individuals and our executive VP. We all have our idiosyncrasies, it’s only natural. But there is one member of the team who is quite frankly a pain in the ass. Everyone’s ass. Granted, he is a brilliant engineer and a visionary in terms of leadership and industry expertise. He is given a wide berth because of this. Most days folks shrug their shoulders and just go with his royal assiness. I know, I know, that is not legitimately a word. Yet.
Today however, he has managed to reach a new level, as such, because I am “gifted” with the ability to talk him down off of his pedestal (I am not. It’s just smoke being blown up my ass because the EVP can’t be bothered) I’ve spent the last 90-minutes listening to his hyperbole. /end rant
other than that, hope every one is enjoying hump day!
yep. that’s right, it’s Saturday – and I’m partaking in corporate civil disobedience. My team has had a week of all-day meetings and trainings that’s left no time for our “day” jobs. And so, we are all online, trying to catch up on work as well hit a deadline the uber executive team presented us with at 8:00pm the night before last. I find myself procrastinating; just wanting to read blogs, listen to music, and catch up on household chores.
but not only do I love my career, I need it…back to the grind