You know that little story in which the little boy needs a simple favor but in order to get it he has to complete task after task for people along the way . . . that is my life. Is this normal? Does every action generate multiple reactions that have to be addressed? I feel I am always in negotiation with someone for something. Maybe I need to learn the word, ‘no’. If I said “no” more often that might stop the cycle.
Could it be me? Is it my need to be a people pleasure? My need to have things my way but care too much about hurting feelings to just out right say/do what I want. I long for a simple day; a silly simple day.
On the bright side I did see the most wonderful thing on the way into work today. I was stopped at a cross-walk near a local YMCA. The daycare team was leading a group of (3-4) year olds across the street. They were paired up, side-by-side, like the story from Madeleine. They were so cute one couldn’t help but smile. That was a wonderful treat for my eyes and it is my calm thought for this most busy (favor chasing) day.
Assignment: Remind me to just say no! No, let’s be more positive: Seek joy in the simplest of things.
A HARD WAY TO LEARN: Even at 50, life is still trying to teach me lessons.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Ranting . .
Warning: Negative Nancy is writing this entry because she is mad as hell and she is not going to take it anymore. All women should be mad as hell. American should be mad too! Heck, every warm blooded living creature should be raising their fists in the air and shouting “enough”!
First, while standing in line at the checkout yesterday I couldn’t help but notice that Kim Kardashian’s honeymoon was plastered all over the weekly rag-mags. I picked one up and looked through it. Who does this? Who sells the rights to their most private moments? What type of mom makes a career of manufacturing her children? Who the hell is watching this stuff and asking for more? Enough – Enough – Enough. Please stop, because some day historians are going to look back knowing that we had the technology advancements to change the world for the better but we wasted them on lack luster, talent barren, sex tape making g celebrities.
Now on to my next rant. Really, a medical treatment to grow eyelashes – is that the next level of insecurity marketing moguls are burdening women with today? Please don’t get me wrong, if I didn’t have eyelashes it would trouble me, but this commercial is specifically made for older women who are discovering that their lashes are not as long or full as they once were. Then the commercial goes on to list the incredibly horrible possible side effects. . but at least they promise you will have lashes so long your glasses will smudge with mascara.
Look at the history of beauty for women over the last century: corsets, hoop skirts, hair treatments, make-up, plastic surgery, Botox and now longer, fuller lashes? Every few years there is another advancement to remind us that we should strive to live a long life but good golly don’t let anyone think you might be aging.
Women, stop allowing this belittlement to be assigned to aging. Stop buying into the racket. Every single day I have to counter a negative thought about my hair, body, or skin with a positive ‘but at least I still have my “whatever” thought. It isn’t easy to age. I know. I certainly spend enough on hair, make-up, and other things to ensure I meet the minimal accepted social requirements for a woman edging out of her forties. It does make me feel better about myself but I certainly don’t need anything else to strive for because my schedule is full.
Assignment: Put the magazine down and walk away.
First, while standing in line at the checkout yesterday I couldn’t help but notice that Kim Kardashian’s honeymoon was plastered all over the weekly rag-mags. I picked one up and looked through it. Who does this? Who sells the rights to their most private moments? What type of mom makes a career of manufacturing her children? Who the hell is watching this stuff and asking for more? Enough – Enough – Enough. Please stop, because some day historians are going to look back knowing that we had the technology advancements to change the world for the better but we wasted them on lack luster, talent barren, sex tape making g celebrities.
Now on to my next rant. Really, a medical treatment to grow eyelashes – is that the next level of insecurity marketing moguls are burdening women with today? Please don’t get me wrong, if I didn’t have eyelashes it would trouble me, but this commercial is specifically made for older women who are discovering that their lashes are not as long or full as they once were. Then the commercial goes on to list the incredibly horrible possible side effects. . but at least they promise you will have lashes so long your glasses will smudge with mascara.
Look at the history of beauty for women over the last century: corsets, hoop skirts, hair treatments, make-up, plastic surgery, Botox and now longer, fuller lashes? Every few years there is another advancement to remind us that we should strive to live a long life but good golly don’t let anyone think you might be aging.
Women, stop allowing this belittlement to be assigned to aging. Stop buying into the racket. Every single day I have to counter a negative thought about my hair, body, or skin with a positive ‘but at least I still have my “whatever” thought. It isn’t easy to age. I know. I certainly spend enough on hair, make-up, and other things to ensure I meet the minimal accepted social requirements for a woman edging out of her forties. It does make me feel better about myself but I certainly don’t need anything else to strive for because my schedule is full.
Assignment: Put the magazine down and walk away.
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