I am not just a cog in a machine. I am an integral part of the universe whose purpose you will not fully realize until after I am gone.
Fall back
Tonight, at least where I live, we turn the clocks back an hour. Some folks think of it as gaining an hour of time. Others, like me, don’t see it as a gain or a loss. It’s just a shift. In Spring, these same people mourn the loss of an hour of their precious time. Again, to me, it’s just a shift.
But I didn’t always feel this way. In my days of working 12-hour night shift as an ICU nurse, working when the clocks fell back meant that you worked 1 hour more — therefore losing that hour of precious time that the rest of the world was saying they’d gained. And if that night fell on a full moon, the extra hour felt more like five.
Thankfully, I don’t have to worry about that anymore. I simply have to change the time on all the clocks and, if I really have it together, the batteries in all of my smoke detectors. That should take about 15 minutes, leaving me with 45 extra minutes to do whatever I want. *Yawn*
What will/did you do with your extra hour?
i am runner
It’s hard to believe that it’s been 6 months since I’ve done any sort of real running. 6 MONTHS! For someone who has essentially been running all of her life, that’s a mighty long time.
I’m thankful that I had my century training to distract me from the self-pity that has accompanied all other forced hiatuses from running that I’ve had. I might have been a wreck otherwise. Instead, I was pretty absorbed in learning the sport of cycling. I also think it’s pretty cool that this sport I previously called my “bad sport” has become one that I truly have learned to love. My bike has been hung up since the ride but this is not due to a lack of desire to climb aboard; it is due to time constraints.
I have a little over 3 weeks left to train for the Big Sur half-marathon and very little in the way of miles run on the books. And although I have many years of experience, my return to the sport has not been easy.
for new perspective
Things have been changing around the office. We’re at the beginning stages of our final push to clean up the data on our pivotal research trail. It’s both scary and exciting. Many feel that the results of this one will make or break the company. This isn’t top secret stuff. Everyone knows, it’s just not laid out this way in the press release.
So we all do what we can to make the best out of what we have. It will be weeks before we know if this thing that we have is any good and, from there, we’ll know if we will continue to push towards submission OR scury to update our resumes in preparation for a completely different turn of events: a hunt for a new job.
Today, my best work came to me mid-day. The demands of the day, ever-changing queries and such had me exhausted and starving. And still I worked…
FB Who?
This morning, I had close to 700 “friends” on FB. 700! Do I really know that many people?
It’s mind boggling to think that 700 people (most whom I haven’t laid eyes on for 25+ years) are able to sift through photos of my family, note the places I go, and know the “real” names of my children and thoughts that I have make public. When I look through my feed, I see the select few who are actually posting. In my notifications, the same folks add commentary to my stuff. Then there’s the rest.
I peruse through the list, stop at names and think “Who is this person?” But the better question is: Why are they in my friends list at all? How did they get there?
Sure, they may have been the most popular guy in high school, but who are they today? They could be a mass-murderer for all I know. I don’t actually know them anymore. As for the doctors, lawyers, and celebrity runners or musicians, I know their name but not much more. Why do I give them access to my everything when there is no interaction anyhow?
In fact, even some of my family and co-workers sit idle in my FB feed. I’m not sure I want any of these people knowing so much about me when they aren’t willing to share just a little with me.
Gosh, maybe these folks post all the time but have me on their Privacy Block List. Who knows. I’m sure I could do the same, but honestly, I haven’t the time or energy for that.
You can probably guess where this is going. I’m purging. I’m already down to under 600 “friends.”