Well, hi. It’s Monday. Another work week.
I’m feeling a little bit better than yesterday; it always helps to have a lot of work piled up on my desk to get done, I guess. Sort of pushes me out of my doldrums (and unfortunately a little bit into panic mode). There’s lots to do to prep for the big show in Las Vegas the week after next. As it stands, my presentation is over 100 slides long. EDIT and REFINE are my two main goals this week.
And well, it’s already the end of the day! How time flies when you’re getting a move on.
So look. Yeah, I had a bad/bummer weekend. But I’m getting back up…again. I really do have faith that things will all work out in the end. Whatever that means, heh. You guys know that I’m not always sad – that it kind of comes and goes with me. But I’m pretty sure that I will never just give up on something that I feel like I’m supposed to have. Whenever I’ve wanted something bad enough, I’ve always put the work in and MADE it happen.
Now. Of course, I can’t make someone fall in love with me, but what I may be able to do is tweak some things ever so slightly. If I really and truly think about how I come across, there are some things that could be re-worked. I got some good private advice and it really got me thinking.
I’m going to try to make some minor adjustments on my next few dates (YES, there will be dates!), and I’ll write these observations if I can make them work. Kind of an assignment of sorts…though I don’t want to have to THINK about these adjustments too much. I don’t want to force things. It should be all me – the real me.
Anyway. Food for thought.
Going to meet my bro and his family at the airport yesterday was a bit of a joke and made me even a little more sad. I knew it was going to be nerve-wracking. It’s a long, long story, but the bottom line is, my brother is an oddball, my dad is an enabler, my SIL doesn’t really even want to be in the USA, and I’m cynical about the whole thing because I don’t want my brother to take advantage of my parents. I’m very protective of them, but I could probably be much more tactful.
It was all a fine and good plan yesterday. I was to meet my folks at the airport where we’d pick up my brother, SIL and their baby and if they needed help with luggage (if they brought too much for one car), I’d put some bags in my car and drive to my parents’ place and we’d all go out to dinner and I’d drive home.
Thing was, and I knew this would happen – it took them HOURS to go through Immigration. My SIL had sealed papers to bring with her in order to get her Green Card. The baby has dual citizenship, but there were some maneuvers that had to go along with that situation (had to fly all around the world to get out of China – this one is complicated), and some other stuff.
In the end, it took nearly 3 hours of mom and dad and me waiting for them to get through immigration, and by the time they finally came out, everyone was excited, all the luggage fit in mom and dad’s car, and they really just wanted to head to mom and dad’s place to maybe eat a snack and then crash.
I wasn’t invited!!
Fine. I went home and walked the dog and felt a little sorry for myself in the process, but honestly, had I gone I’m sure I would have felt frustrated by things and I would have been in the way. It was best for them to settle in without meddling sister around. Truly.
Still, it was kind of funny timing, what with me being all sensitive and all. Hah.
I didn’t say anything, though. Just not the time or place. I bid them farewell at the airport knowing there’s plenty of time for us to get together and hang out and have dinner and for me to play with my baby niece…who’s twice as big as I imagined!
Okay, I need to run. I’m done with this workday, and happy to head home tonight and relax.
Much, much more later. I have lots of thoughts rolling around!
Thank you, my PB friends. I really do love you.
xox,
GS
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