Every journey starts with one step forward. I’ve been on a hiatus from the blogasphere for good reason. I’ve embarked on a new adventure along the road less travelled. But let’s rewind to the point of where my conundrum first began. Have you ever sat at work, staring blankly at your computer screen thinking “there’s gotta be more to life than this?”
I left my last job almost 2.5 years ago. After 7.5 years in a marketing role, I knew I had reached a dead end but I also longed for something different. After a three week trip to Egypt, I came back refreshed with every intention to look for another job. But as I searched and prepared for potential interviews, my heart wasn’t in it…..something felt so wrong. It hit me hard like a tonne of bricks…. I was lost and disillusioned.
I really enjoy this video which hits the nail, pardon me, is right on target on explaining what happens sometimes when guys try to listen.
Okay, I don’t have any authority to speak for 2.5 billion guys, I got it. Speaking only for myself, I like to fix problems, especially if I consider it my job.
My job is to fix, lift, tote, fetch, carry, open, close, pull, replace, cover, empty, fill, wash, replace, cook, wash, and other related duties.
Ladies, do you want us to listen or fix? Since you must know we like to fix, maybe you should talk to someone who just wants to listen when you don’t want us to act? Or, I say this only in fun, just talk to us when we are watching sports, because then we can say “uh huh, and uh huh” and everyone is happy.
Otherwise give us the talk when you know what you want us to to do, you know we want to do something.
Just fill us in on the action part for us, that’s where we are focused anyway. A list is always helpful.
Guys watch your sports, Ladies watch your reality dating show – and everyone meet in the squared circle, no low blows.
People in my observation love to talk about food, even Canadians who seem to love to about the weather. In a group, a get-together, whatever you call it, food is likely to become the topic people share most easily.
My parents just returned from a trip to Saskatchewan. I called to ask them about their trip and my Mom talked about food, which made me smile. Fresh lake trout caught by my aunt Marlene, and Uncle Bert seems to have been the highlight of at least portion of the visit. This is especially since my relatives caught the fish themselves in Waskesui Lake (check out the link).
I admit the apple doesn’t fall far off the tree. Thinking about trips, and family memories invariably includes meals. I remember the fish I was so proud of catching when I was a whipper snapper fishing in the river with my Grandpa Folstad. I caught the single pike but it was a beauty and I was barely able to hold it up. (Iwas probably like 12 years old) Others in the family out caught me in volume but not in pride! We headed home and those fish were cleaned, scraped and pan fried and it was fabulous, no scrumptuous! The mind picture is still there though decades have slipped by.
I remember the fresh bread my mom baked in our little house in Quesnel, B.C. (check the link) and I suspect nothing beat fresh hot bread from the oven, melted butter and home made jam. Thanks Mom!
In a strange setting? meeting with a group of people you barely know? You can open the floodgates for a friendly discussion with this topic. Food memories, Favorite Food, favorite restaurant, what meal is their favorite ?(breakfast, lunch or dinner).
If you like to read blogs, then open your monitor to food blogs, some crazy fabulous cooks out there blogging who just love to share their passion, you are so blessed with a click of a mouse! Check out the High Heel Gourmet – awesome blogger!
Such a simple, effective, and powerful suggestion. Likely this is the best mood changer I use, I count my blessings when I begin to have a complaining attitude.
This post is to make you think! What have you done lately where you weren’t certain you would succeed? Is there something you would like to try but are holding yourself back? I think we all do that, so you’re human, but I encourage you to try anyway, and accomplish that much. If you haven’t failed anything lately, maybe you’re setting your own bar too low. Set it higher and surprise yourself. Best wishes!
Embarrassing moment
I admit to checking my blog stats and hope for high readership. Not to say that I consider myself a writer. Maybe I am a blogger now though. But everything is not measured by results, certainly a person’s life isn’t.
Is it the same for blogging? I have now done nearly 300 posts, mostly my own, and some reblogs. But if no one reads it, am I a blogger?
What does it sound like I am saying to you? I hope you are hearing me say I understand how a singer feels when they have a gold or platinum record, or an author when they have a book on the bestseller list. I understand that now because I check my own stats, and am more pleased to see lots of visits, and especially thankful to those people who sign up to follow my meandering thoughts. (Thank you)
I think I am pretty satisfied though about this blog, much better than my first one, and I have learned a great deal. I think I am a blogger or writer like I am a try-athlete. I try to do whatever I can. I ride my bike, I used to ride long distances quite regularly. I used to run and have done a few 10 km races so am pleased to have done that. I used to swim and swam regularly for a few years until I could swim a kilometre without stopping, more than 40 laps in my town pool.
I like to try to do all kinds of things, and I am satisfied with my own modest successes. I think I am glad that I am willing to try, from tai-chi to ashtanga yoga – I can say I have done it.
What does that say? Thinking it over I think it is a result of my upbringing. My Dad, bless him!, did everything himself that he could, and he taught me to be a DIY (do it yourselfer). A surprising amount can be done, if what? If you try. If you try. If you try.
When I was young little snapper my Dad built a garage door for our house and he also put a concrete floor in that garage.
He would do all kinds of things that I am sure he had never done before, but he thought about it, and asked questions and did it. He is still like that and impresses me even with what he can do on his computer.
He transferred that thought plan to me when I was young. When I wanted to fly a kite, my dad bought me balsa wood and showed me how to use newspaper, string, and balsa wood to make a kite.
When I wanted a slingshot he found bike tire tubes that were discarded and used and used the rubber to make the sides of a slingshot, and the rest came from a branch in a tree.
I was expected to do things, cut grass, cut boards or whatever so I never doubted whether I could, and it was the same about sports; I had the same equipment as others who do it; therefore I could do it also.
This is the point for myself, and for the reader. Assuming you have two arms, and the rest of the standard equipment God hands out when we are born, then you can do most things also.
You can be a Try – Athlete, or a Try-Do it Yourselfer, or a Try Blogger, Try Chef, or Try-Author and don’t worry about whether you can do it, just busy yourself getting it done.
More and more I believe that you live to taste of life, and that is the best results of all.
No regrets.
Thanks for reading, for visiting, for looking at my older posts, and especially for sharing your thoughts, and for making suggestions!
Such a simple, effective, and powerful suggestion. Likely this is the best mood changer I use, I count my blessings when I begin to have a complaining attitude.
