Puffy clouds

I know I'm a dork, a geek, or whatever its called these days.  I can't help looking outside my very dirty windows at work.  Beyond those windows, is a beautiful sky.  The clouds are puffy like cotton balls, and so white and skimming the sky.  It's so peaceful.  I can imagine myself hanging out on one of those clouds, a book in one hand, and one of those fancy umbrella drinks in the other. 

The picture in this blog is to remember what life is really about. It's called positive noticing.  I try to store these moments in my head when things are not right in the world.  Puffy clouds make me smile, keep me focused on what is real in this world.  This picture was taken after a storm, and the sun was peaking out of the clouds.  It was how I felt that day....





3 colors?

I work in a industrial area with not much around.  My nutty boss has now painted the building 3 colors, bright blue, turquoise and bright green. 

 People in this immediate area would get this joke below...

If my boss decides to paint a mermaid on the side, and the stripper poles arrive, this woman is outta here!

Ironic.

"While it may be difficult to change the world, it is always possible to change the way we look at it"  -Matthieu Ricard

Someone once told me not to worry about the future.  You can't predict what happens tomorrow, 10 or 20 years from now.  Wouldn't it be great to have that crystal ball?  Of course, the problem with a crystal ball, it will not only tell you the good but will tell you the problems of your future. 

The irony, this person who gave me this great advice had a stroke today.  I hope he makes a full recovery.  Strokes are silent killers with barely any warning.  

I think I want to stay in the present.  Take one day or one hour at a time.  It makes life more exciting.  With Lupus, I can only expect to take one day at a time.

Blog on Blogging.

According to Dictionary.com, the definition of blogging is:

a Web site containing the writer's or group of writers' own experiences, observations, opinions, etc., and often having images and links to other Web sites.

I have been writing in journals since I was 12.  I know this as fact since I had these journals in my closet until recently.  I shredded each page a few months ago.  I didn't want to toss them in the dumpster for the fear of someone getting a hold of them.  They do contain people's names and other life changing information.

Now, people don't normally journal.  I don't even handwrite my notes, and I have an App for my Post-It notes.  Most of the bloggers share their thoughts to all to read.   Blogging for me is a type of an emotional outlet.  It's a way of purging  my emotional database.  Once it is written, I don't have to think about it ever again.  I normally don't read it ever again, I never check my grammar, and I certainly don't care about spelling.

Groundhog Day.

I know I've written about this topic before, but it seems appropriate to repeat myself.

Have you ever have the feeling you have done this before?  Sometimes, my life is like the movie, Groundhog Day.  I could get up from my desk at work with a purpose, and a few seconds later, I can't remember why I got up.  I know it's important, its just not in my thought process anymore.  I go back to my desk, sit down, and remember why I got up.  I get up, and a few seconds later, I don't remember.  I pretend to walk around the office with a purpose so they don't think I'm crazy or losing my mind.  It gets worse because now I'm angry and frustrated at myself. 

I'm glad the weekend is almost here.  The sun and the cool air will be a pleasant diversion.  I hope Hal and I can go out somewhere to enjoy the weather, maybe a park.  He can take his photos and I can breathe some fresh air, maybe find a bench somewhere and take in the scenery.  Take me to a place where I don't need my brain to think.