Spring Fever

I am ready for spring! The weather warmed up to 80 degrees for one amazing day this week and it was wonderful.
I'm looking forward to doing all the things that mark spring such as planting a small  vegetable garden and woriking in the flower beds. I practically live in sandals and flip flops from March to September.
But  this is Louisiana so we probably won't have that many spring days.  It always seems to go straight from cold to HOT every year.
I hope  we don't have another summer like last year. It was too hot to do much of anything.  Most of the flowers in my beds died.   The garden was a loss and the only thing I wanted to do was float in a pool.
Anyway, since controlling the weather is not one my talents, my flip flops and I will be waiting patiently for spring's arrival.

Change

 I really hate change!

There have been some changes made at my workplace that have caused me to question my future with the company.  I know that things have to change in order to grow and that nothing stays the same. Blah, blah blah.

I still really hate change.

I like to know exactly where I stand and what to expect.  It makes me feel safe and secure which, call me crazy, are two feelings I greatly appreciate.  I wish I could be that person who effortlessly breezes through life accepting change and knowing, that whatever comes, I'll rise to the occasion. A modern day Scarlett O'Hara, who shakes her fist at the sky as the music swells in the background. 

Wouldn't it be amazing if we all had background music for our lives?  If you're in a bad mood, Michael Jackson's "Leave Me Alone" could follow you around. "Walking on Sunshine" would be your theme song on the day you're feeling happy and outgoing. Breaking up with your boyfriend?"Crazy Ex-Girlfriend" is the obvious choice.

I'm just going to have to wait and see how this situation at work plays out. It could be a good thing, or it could go the other way. But if the next time you see me, "Take this Job and Shove it" is playing in the background,  I think the answer will be obvious.
   

Optimist / Pessimist

Some people believe you are either an optimist or a pessimist, but I believe there is a third type of person: a realist.
What is wrong with looking at a situation and weighing the pros and cons?  Every situation can not end with a rainbow. Is that a bad thing?  I don't think so. You have to know how sad feels before you can feel happy and vice versa.
If I'm planning a day at the park, and I see a big dark cloud in the sky. I don't immediately think, "Oh, no! My day is ruined." But I do take an umbrella because there is a chance that it's going to rain. Does that make me a bad person?
My family accuses me of always expecting the worse and never having faith. They couldn't be more wrong. I absolutely do have faith. I have faith that God gave me the brains to figure out I need an umbrella!
 

As a woman of a certain age, I know my limitations.   When the waiter at my favorite restaurant smiles and asks me if there is anything else I need, I know he is trying to earn a better tip not my phone number. When my young co-worker shows up in a cute mini skirt that I'd give my eye teeth to wear, I know that day has passed. I am not a crazy or impulsive woman, which leads me to this question.  What would make a sane woman of a certain age agree to participate in the warrior dash?

For those of you who don't know, the warrior dash is a race of about 3.8 miles.  That doesn't sound too bad, does it?  Ahh, but did I tell you it's run in mostly mud? What about all of the obstacles, such as a tire course, mud pond , and a fire pit you have to jump?  And that's just the beginning. Doesn't that sound crazy inspiring?

So, for approximately the next ten weeks, I will be in  a cycle of dieting, praying and working out with a heavy emphasis on the praying portion of the cycle.

I've decided to face this head on. I'm taking all precautionary measures a responsible person should take. I'm writing a will, checking to make sure my insurance policies are up to date, and giving my niece my favorite pair of earrings.  I hope she remembers me fondly.

And I want to share this, in my opinion, important piece of advice.  Never drink several bottles of wine with a group of women who are all turning 40 this year.  It will not end well.

By the way, if you want to throw a prayer my way,  it can't hurt.