let it BE

It is enough to admire and enjoy something naturally beautiful. To let it be. To see the gift it is. To let it be. Catching it, caging it, poking and prodding and taking it apart may get you the answers you need… but in the process, you have altered and tamed and destroyed it as it was. Putting it back together, however carefully, renders something different. Beautiful still, but never the same.Author~Meg Webber 

  

10 things not to say to someone who works from HOME

1. Since you are “just at home” can you bring me this, launder that, cook this, etc. (Ummm can you cook me a meal while you are at work? No? Exactly) 

2. You work, but it’s not like you’re at the office or have jackwagon co-workers to deal with. (Chill. We all have our jackwagon days. Even you. If you hate your office staff so much then find a new job. And, co-workers would mean I have help and resources, which would be great on some projects FYI) 

3. You’re so lucky. (No I’m not, I chose this. I’m brave and confident. I’m smart, dedicated and a great multi-tasker) 

4. You can sleep in every day. (Not touching this one. Moving on) 

5. You can take off any time you want. (So can you, but if know why you can’t, you should know why I can’t) 

6. Can I come by at 6:00-7:00-8:00pm, or can you just bring it to me because I work all day. (Please extend the same respect to my work day and evening) 

  
Ok, a couple of things are ringing loud and clear. 

1) If someone doesn’t value your work day as much as if you are in a rented office location… you have no responsibility to honor their request. Ever. 

2) I’m quitting before I get to ten things. It’s excessive already. If you work from home and someone has to be told to respect you and your work, simply because of the location, there are bigger issues and none of them are yours. 

3) For every one inconsiderate comment, there are 20 complimentary ones. Cherish the compliments, they will be your fuel on a hard day. 

My goal to work from home is fueled by the love of my grandson, the respect of my family, and my work ethic that allows me to have laundry spinning and the dishwasher running while I conduct a conference call while the baby naps. 

Cheers to the home work force. Your decision to do so is valued, brave, confident, and respected by this Mimi. 

Rise up like the DAY

  

I often say “every day is a good day to have a good day”. 

It’s a choice. Even the worst circumstances can yield a good day. 

You just have to decide to rise. Rise up every day, just like the day rises. 

Rise up like the day. Sing your song. Lay your head down in peace. And rise again. 

Thank you, Andra Day, for this beautiful helpmate to sing my song. 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8BWsrd_aXQA

Rise Up

You’re broken down and tired

Of living life on a merry-go-round

And you can’t find the fighter

But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out

And move mountains

We gonna walk it out

And move mountains

And I’ll rise up

I’ll rise like the day

I’ll rise up

I’ll rise unafraid

I’ll rise up

And I’ll do it a thousand times again

And I’ll rise up

High like the waves

I’ll rise up

In spite of the ache

I’ll rise up

And I’ll do it a thousands times again

For you [x4]

When the silence isn’t quiet

And it feels like it’s getting hard to breathe

And I know you feel like dying

But I promise we’ll take the world to it’s feet

And move mountains

We gonna walk it out

And move mountains

And I’ll rise up

I’ll rise like the day

I’ll rise up

I’ll rise unafraid

I’ll rise up

Thorns. Nope. Over IT

It’s here! 

The day I liberate myself. No apologies. 

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet… yada yada. 

Well, guess what. A rose by any other name would pierce just as fiercely. How about that? 

I’m over it. I’ve been fighting the thorns long enough. I’ve come in from the garden thorn-scratched and pierced for the last time. 

I do not like rose flowers enough to tolerate their thorns. Period. 

And I’m ok with that. 
No more negotiations, accommodating, denying, defending, acquiescence, thicker gloves, longer pruning sheers, protective rubber boots, high maintenance, longer sleeves, ducking or dodging harsh branches. 

I’m saying “no” to the extra scratches that welt up when I try to clip the sharp tips of thorns as I make an arrangement of sticks that draw blood, just to showcase their flower. 

The rose flower is no longer worth it.

I’m not sure it ever was. 

It will be a good and self-honoring day to pull those roses right out by the root and toss them right out. Spit. Spot. Good riddance. No more thorns. Over it. 

I’m moving forward with joy and planting peonies. My favorite. Lush, gorgeous, healthy, low maintenance, high yield, gushy and gorgeous peonies. Strong and sturdy yet soft stalks with fanciful frond tops that open to their beautiful layers of soft petal blooms. 

Peonies spread their love by coming back stronger, broader, more lush every year. Blooms yielding open only when garden insect friends find nourishment from them. A symbiotic give and take for healthy growth. 

I love that. 

 

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