I had another one of my dreams last night. In my dream I was an apprentice for this really rich and nice looking guy. He was famous for many things, but especially for his “grind.” Everything he did seemed to be related to work and he was very successful. It seemed like he never slept. So as his apprentice, I did whatever he said—any hour of the day or night…and then I finally saw him sleep. When he woke up, he asked me, “Why isn’t this done?” Keep in mind, I worked the entire time he slept, doing exactly what he asked, to the best of my ability. I had not had any sleep. I had not had a break. And he had the nerve to ask why I wasn’t done?
Some people confuse being alone with being lonely. I can assure you; it’s quite different. I, for instance, am divorced, unattached, single…alone…at least in the sense of being in a relationship. However, I am NOT lonely. Lonely is when someone has a degree of depression or despair about not being in a relationship. So, that’s not me. Not only am I NOT lonely, I consider myself “flying solo.” Solo, because I am alone, single. And “flying” because I am soaring and not even the sky is the limit.
On New Year’s Eve, I was grateful I had the chance to reflect on my year. There were a lot of ups and downs, but sadly, there were many things I didn’t accomplish. I wanted to go here and there and do this and that. I did very little. I wondered why.
At first I wanted to give myself an “out” and say it was because I was working all the time. True; I WAS working all the time, but I could have taken time off. Then I wanted to say it was because I didn’t have the money. But then I thought about some of my money decisions and realized, that, no, I couldn’t blame it on lack of money.
I was coming up with alibis left and right, and none of them were sticking.
Okay. It may seem very simple, but as you get older, it doesn’t become as simple. Like, I was appalled when I realized I was 10 lbs heavier than I was used to being. My eating habits hadn’t changed, but I was older, so my metabolism slowed down. I wasn’t ready for that one. And at that same time I learned that as I was getting older, with my slower metabolism, I didn’t need as much food…yet, like I said, my eating habits hadn’t changed.
Well, guess what happened next? I kept getting older, changed jobs and wasn’t walking nearly as much (I rapidly walked the halls at my last job, now I drive to people’s homes all day), and my eating habits got to be pretty bad. AND, I was stressed all day and night dealing with a “personal” situation (you know what THAT was). So the job change, plus my getting older, plus my poor eating habits, plus my stress level was the perfect formula for me to gain almost an additional 10 lbs! What the heck?!Continue Reading