I literally threw myself a birthday party for the residents’ Friday social. They loved it and gave me birthday cards in return.
My coworkers did very little. I’m sure to reinforce my being on the naughty list. I was never told I was wrong, or right, but corporate did make some adjustments the last few days. Regardless, all but my direct supervisor, have made it clear they dislike the ripple I caused. It’s ok, I’m playing sheep for a while…. Baaa.
My husband has been wonderful this week with Valentine’s and birthday recognition. I love you Nathan.
Words have been escaping me because I’m stuck between feeling the weight of my world and reaching for better. I literally feel like if I quit moving I’ll collapse under the weight of that which I’m doing my best to give up to God. I’m not finding my solution yet, but keep reaching for it, while continuing my neverending grind. I have yet to have a day off since New Year’s.
As I write I’m listening to”Stairway to Heaven” played by Scott Davis on piano. On Valentine’s day the harpist I hired played it as well. That song has always resonated very intensely for me. I’m going to take that the best way I can…. Though I feel like I’m failing at buying anything and still hearing the Piper’s call.
For now, I trudge on. Reaching for a way to manifest more money and less hours. Reaching for making money smarter not through working harder. The last few years has to have meant something. My residents currently showing me gratitude and appreciation has to mean something. I know there has to be a way to make bigger better strides.
Where there’s a will, there’s a way.
I will figure out how to accomplish Atira while U2 is still touring. I will accomplish that dream at least.