I Don’t Care….I Love It!

23 Feb




As I shared a month or so back, I have a new position at my job and to but it plainly, there will be no fake working over here.  Sheesh……I almost long for the days when I had time to grab my coffee and check my email before I got my day started.  There is no such thing in my new position.  The moment I get to my desk there is a succession of people who need me to do something or some kind of crisis that needs to be solved.  This is the busiest I have been in any job and I like it.  It makes it worth getting up at 5:30 am worth it.

I won the lottery everyone!  Not THAT lottery, the lottery to chaperone my daughter’s field trip to Jamestown.  Going to Jamestown was a rite of passage when I was in elementary school, but I look at it in a different way now that I am a little older and I have a better understanding of American history.  While, I do not look to the school system to educate my daughter on her history, it does bother me that Jamestown will only present a very one-sided view.  I just want her to understand the truth and that all representations are not always the right ones.

My social life has been less than interesting lately.  I was feeling a little isolated, so on my Facebook cheat day, I saw something on my timeline that answered a decade old question my best friend and I had.  I sent her the screenshot, she called me, and what happened next was all the confirmation I needed that she and I were meant to be friends.  It felt good to know that almost 20 years later (damn!) that she GETS it.  I don’t have to do a lot of explaining and justifying of my feeling and actions.  I am still on the hunt for actual friendships outside of social media in my area and it’s just not going that well.  Finding friends in your 30’s is a different ballgame.  I am at an age I do not want to fake be interested in people that I have nothing in common with.  I am not going to anymore clubs because I hate going to clubs, a revelation that came to me a month or so ago.  Even at the height of my party days I hated going out.  I only went because it was what I thought I was supposed to do since I was in my twenties.  The older I get the more comfortable in saying that my idea of a kick ass Friday night is a bottle of red wine and 30 Rock.  My Singles Awareness Day rocked this year because I was blessed with the De La Soul catalog and new episodes of House of Cards.  While some would have called that lame, I was in heaven.  While I am still on a Facebook break, one of the greatest things I have learned is what I like to do in my spare time is really no one’s business.  When you open your life up to social media, you open yourself to ridicule about what you do on your free time, who you date, what you think, and what you do with your tax refund (that is a WHOLE separate post), and I just don’t have the time or patience.  Life is too short to spend it trying to win the approval of people that in the end really don’t matter.




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