Isn’t it great how we all have favorite things? I love books, music, and nature. I also have other odd favorites, like bread butts, burnt baked goods, and finding whatever I need when I ask the universe for it. So, it’s no surprise that I once had a strange attachment to a parking spot which caused me a great deal of anxiety and grief.
It started at my old toxic job after co-worker #1 got sick of the bosses shit and quit. Enter, Susan. A quirky senior citizen born and raised in New York only evident by the way she says ‘reguleh’ and ‘wehk’ (work). She moved to Pennsy in her early twenties. It turned out we both lived in the same town (an hour from the office) and both liked to be early.
The first time I saw her car in my parking spot, I was like, “OK, Susan. You’ve only worked here for like three months. That’s my parking spot.” I said it jokingly, but was serious. I had ten years seniority on her at the time! How dare she! This went on for a number of weeks until I came home from work one day and vented to my husband about her disdain and blatant disrespect for me.
He was kind of shocked at my attitude. “What happened to letting go and letting the Universe? What happened to detaching?” I thought about that long and deep.
What the hell was I thinking? A parking spot? Really, Darlene? So, I did what any level-headed human would do… made a cup of coffee and wrote out a list of my resentments and the why’s of it all. It turned out my attachment was the basis of my misery so I had to detach.
It was difficult for a day – after I prayed on it and looked at it for what it was, I asked the Universe to remove my shortcomings and the attachment…
I wanted it removed, believed it removed and so it was removed. Ironically, after I let it go she stopped parking there.
Have you ever gotten attached to anything like a parking spot, mug, etc?
Many writers isolate by nature… writing is a solitary act for the most part so it is no surprise that despite the horror of the world at the moment, many of us are sighing with relief of not having to participate in social activities or put on pants to go shopping.
Also, I broke a rule of mine and have been watching the news, which is terrible… most of it is fear mongering and updates on our government and their childish, schoolyard ways.
What else have I been doing for the last few days?
gardened out front
threw out a bunch of stuff
napped… a lot
plotted my next novel (inspired by true events!)
finished the damn laundry!
We were out briefly on Sunday and noticed that there were others out and the six foot buffer rule was not being adhered to… I went to get gas to fill up (never know when the bonafide apocalypse will hit!) and the lady in the store tried to shake my hand! WTF woman?!
On the upside, it seems some people are calming the eff down thanks to stores implementing purchasing rules that should have been in place from the get go. If only there would have been quantity limits in the beginning, there wouldn’t be horror stories of mothers sobbing because there is no formula for their babies. 😦
Lowe’s has dots on the floor to keep people six feet apart while standing in line.
I think the upside of this lockdown is that there are less people driving and the planet is healing.
First of all, I’m not. I went out to WalMart today expecting something from a Stephen King book and it was pretty average. All the poultry was sold out from the meat department which intrigued me. I bought a pack of hamburgers and moved on with my life.
I have stuff already in the house and truth be told, I am not the kind of person that panics, ever. I did walk around a couple of stores not really sure what I was looking for but putting things in my cart when I found them. Like a first aid kit, Advil, and peanut butter. Sugar and coffee, too. I know what’s important!
It was strange to me the types of things that were still on shelves but then I remembered how many kids these days are allergic to peanuts and board games so it all kind of made sense.
As a die hard introvert, this whole ‘stay in your house ‘ thing is exciting for me. I mean, I don’t have to make up excuses why I don’t want to come outside.
“Um, Corona Virus, y’all… see ya in two weeks.”
I firmly believe that the media is a bastard when it comes to blowing stuff out of proportion. Telling us that Tom Hanks and his wife tested positive, people buying all the hand sanitizer just to resell it at black market value in other places. Yes, I get that it is a dangerous thing that can infect and hurt a lot of people. But I think freaking out over it and buying up all the supplies is a bit much.
I will say, though, that my living in an RV idea is looking more and more doable!
Life is supposed to be fun, right? I mean, if we’re not enjoying ourselves, what’s the point, really… I quit a toxic job back in November of 2019 and life has been quite the adventure since.
My husband and I went on our Sunday Drive today (it’s kind of a ritual for us from March through November) and snapped a few hundred photos with my new camera… Here are some of my favorites! I am happy with more sunlight to enjoy because that means our adventures are longer. We started at a Perkins Restaurant in Bethlehem, PA and wound up near Hawk Mountain today. The center was closed, but it was nice to be up that way.
We did a lot of zig zag driving between the two spots… we left the house at 10:30 this morning (which is late for us!) and got home about 8:00 pm! If we can’t pull off the RV life right now (hubs has a business) then it is for sure something we are going to do after we retire.
We also stopped at Sheetz and got some amazing smoothies! Life is supposed to be fun and I hope you are finding some fun things to do despite all the Corona Virus insanity. I’ve definitely been washing my hands a lot more and have been more aware of touching my face and putting my fingers in my mouth.
There is a little song called ‘Follow Your Heart’ by a Canadian band named Triumph and whenever I need that extra push in life, it always seems to find its way into my day.
“Living for today, forget about tomorrow
Follow your heart (you got to follow your heart)
Any other way will only lead to sorrow…”
It is easy to confuse the head with the heart… It makes sense that the brain would lead us in the right direction, but the brain is made for survival, so the brain will always take us to the center of the mountain, the heart takes us to the edge. The heart wants us to live, the brain only wants to keep us alive… is it that easy to get them mixed up? I say yes. I get them mixed up a lot.
Consistency is great depending all on how you look at it. I have a real problem with directional consistency and I am trying to change that. One ‘keep my ass in the seat and write’ moment at a time.
It has been brought to my attention that I am kind of all over the place with ‘what I want to do with my life.’ Is it possible I am going through a pre-mid-life crisis? Maybe. I am being consistent about my indecision, however. I really just do not know and there is no sense in asking people. All I get from people are standard ‘this is what I would do because my life is rooted in fear’ answers.
Get a real job.
Continue with administrative work.
Find a 9-5er.
Yes, all consistent ways of living… consistently BORING because I have done them all and I hate it. Hate it. Why are we telling people to live in ways in which they wish not to live? Because that is how we (if you are over 35) were raised to live and quite frankly, I disagree with it.
If you want to have an office job where you’re treated right and doing what you love, that is awesome. I am not job shaming anyone. It was something I aspired to a long time ago and it fit me well. But that part of me is gone now and I aspire to do other things.
How consistent are you when it comes to staying on task?
Good morning and welcome to my new blog series: Reflection of the Day. I know you are busy with life stuff, so these posts will be short and thought-provoking.
How much of your life is rooted in fear? I asked myself that the other day. And I realized, a whole lot of my life is rooted in fear. The thing is, we get what we focus on, whether we want it or not.
I am at a crossroads in my life… And I have to ask myself, what would I do with my life if I only had five years to live? My answer is simple, but then, the fear of failure kicks in. So, I guess much of my life is rooted in fear.