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Weekend Coffee Share: Faith Restored

Well hello, my wonderful Coffee Share friends! Come on in, grab you a cup of tea and have a seat. Today we’re drinking green tea with a hint of honey and ginger, or rather I am. There’s coffee pods near the keurig and some iced tea in the fridge. Help yourself!

This week’s coffee share should be shorter than usual since not much happened (not much happens anywhere anymore, it seems), but I can’t wait to give you all the details about what has happened this week!

In other words, it’s probably not shorter than usual… You’ve been warned!

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July Writing Challenge Day 1: Things that Make Me Smile

I like starting off with a challenge, and this was definitely challenging for me. The past year, there haven’t been that many things that made me smile… and some of the ones that did, were tainted by negative endings. So bear with me, please, while I struggle through this one. In fact, I struggled so much, that between trying to get this done and work, it’s officially Day 2 before this will post.

First day of a challenge, and I’m already late… tsk tsk. Continue reading July Writing Challenge Day 1: Things that Make Me Smile

Less Eeyore-ish Today

Less Eeyore-ish Today

Approximately 12 hours ago, I wrote a post. I shouldn’t have done so, especially not so late at night at the end of a traumatic weekend.

At 9:30ish last night, amidst the worry about my car (that isn’t really my car), the worry about going back to work (is anyone ever truly ready for the vacation to end?), and the worry about my family issues (too many to go into at the moment), I fell prey to an overwhelming sense of defeat. I shouldn’t have worried.

Now, 12 hours later, the car trouble seems like it’s going to miraculously fix itself (Mom’s working on a solution), my boss basically told me I’m doing a good job and he’s not worried about me (if he’s not worried, why should I be?), and the family issues still loom (they always do) but less so.

On that note, thank you to one of my co-workers who helped me to see that the guilt trips I was getting from my mother weren’t actually for me, but to make her feel better. Once I stop engaging in the guilt trips, and quit taking them personally, they will begin to fade. The person giving the guilt trips will no longer get what they need from the guilt trip, and I’ll be free from the anxiety and self-doubt that goes along with them.

The lesson here, or at least the lesson I’m taking from this, is don’t worry! A little bit of faith, and a lot of consideration, can fix almost all things. I had faith that it would somehow work out, although last night, that sense of faith was waning a bit a lot. The consideration comes from both my interactions (or lack thereof) with my mother and her chosen solution to the problem. By being considerate of my mother’s need to be angry, but not letting it affect me, and her consideration of my feelings on the matter, a solution is at hand.