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And so it begins…

HAL has begun sending me things to reinforce my last post. One of which is the following:

How to Move On: What It Really Means to Let Go: https://tinybuddha.com/blog/how-to-move-on-from-the-past-what-it-really-means-to-let-go/

I guess I will never understand fully because letting go and focusing on love seem to be the bigger message. I still wish I had some understanding.

Anyways, in moving on, I had a really good time today with 2 different co-workers during downtime.

I took a walk with the office manager and we had a really great conversation, with some much needed emotional release for both of us. Plus it helped me reach my step goals today. I was very appreciative of that time all around.

I also got to play a couple of games of “Magic the Gathering” with the one chiropractor. It’s a game I used to play with the brother that’s closest to me in age. It has been …. let’s see…. since early 2003 that I’ve played. That’s 16, almost 17, years. Wow!

I still have my cards from back then, but so much has changed that the new decks are much better, so he has been encouraging me to use his. I feel like I’m starting from scratch and completely relearning everything. It’s so fun though. I totally lost big time- on both games, but still enjoyed every bit of it.

I am so out of practice that the strategy feels over my head yet, but I get the concept. The layering of steps and which cards work better in what order can be very complex. I literally had a card in my hand that I’d been holding for several turns, but forgot to leave myself enough mana(land) to use it and it cost me the one game.

I enjoy learning so much though, and it is definitely a fun kind of learning, so it literally made me giddy at one point. I felt like I got silly hyper with the fun. That was a very much needed distraction from my previous focus.

As for learning: I’m still working on hindi and telegu in my spare time, but since I have no idea why God nudged me to do so (especially since I’m letting go of that person) , it’s at a very relaxed pace. I’m getting to where in hindi I can pick out letters and sound out words even though I know very few translations. Telegu I know more translations, but have fewer of the characters memorized. It’s merely a symptom of the different apps and how they teach languages. I like Duolingo and Drops, which both offer hindi, but neither offer telegu. The telegu apps are much less sophisticated, but still get the job done.

I’ve also begun the slow tedious process of becoming an approved continuing education provider for massage therapy. Essentially, the easy part is proving my qualifications to teach a handful of courses by documenting I have so many years working using said techniques, I also have a bachelor’s degree, which though they would prefer it to be related (a BS), it doesn’t hurt. Once I do that easy step, I literally have to follow rules and write my own curriculum which can be no more than 30% cited source material. Finally, once I’ve written everything, I can apply by submitting my CV and courses for approval; of course paying the appropriate exorbitant fees. They really try to dissuade people from becoming providers: can’t have too many teachers and too few students you know!

I’m not intimidated by the process in the least. Their basic calculation is 1200 words equals a credit unit. That’s a blog post for me, so I’m guessing I’ll have more trouble pairing down or figuring out how to subdivide my topics for multiple related courses. However, after having written the operations manual for my previous position, I’m certain I’m up to the task. It’s more about convincing myself to do the free work knowing that eventually I’ll recoup the benefit in paid courses with students in multiplicity.

I’m also contemplating the investment of a site where I can host web-based courses. Essentially, the text/testing coursework can be provided via web interface without practical hands on CE hours. Ultimately that helps spread the information side, but the CMT loses access to the extra CE’s for the hands on practicals. It’s a lower cost solution for both parties, but longterm it would benefit me as the provider more. It’s a huge up front investment, to also have to market like crazy, but longterm reaping significantly higher benefits. Ultimately, it will happen, but I’m not sure I’m ready for the investment side just yet. I’ll contemplate web platforms and do the math several times during my writing phase of this momentous step, and make my final decision during the application process.

Long story short, I’m having fun and learning and inching toward another significant step of improvement. All by my not-so-little own self. I feel like screaming “HA, Take That World!”… but alas I know no one would really truly care anyway. So, I’ll keep my ‘I win’ moment to myself, and relish that I know I’m the only one that gets credit for digging myself out of a decade of hardship…. me and God that is.

May you all have happy dances of overcoming obstacles. May you find kindness around you and moments of connection with others. May you find joy in continually learning and ways to share what you’ve already mastered. May you see God’s grace and support guiding you through all of life’s moments toward brighter futures.

Siva Hir Su

Belly laughs from a walking oxymoron. 

You grow up the day you have the first real laugh at yourself. – Ethel Barrymore

Ok, so today I saw it. I saw that fallacy of it.  I saw myself from the view of others in Johnson County Kansas. It was hilarious. I had a good belly laugh. 

Why?

I’m a walking oxymoron. Let me show you and explain: 

That’s me (again 😀 ). I had to take a selfie to demonstrate my point,  but it wasn’t a good snap so I had staff at the building do a quick full shot. 

Like my hippie outfit? Me too!

In fact I’ve had people comment that I dress well, but definitely have a hippie esque style.

The moment I had my belly laugh was sitting in traffic amongst BMW’s, Mercedes’ and Porsches. Wearing those clothes.  Sunroof ajar, windows cracked, A/C on full blast attempting to chase the heat  out of the car on my short 15min hop between buildings. I had some Electric Swing cranked way up on the stero & was dancing in the driver’s seat again.

I realized I’m a Hippie Raver Business Woman with a tattoo… driving a beater car, while fulfilling my work that I created over 4 years ago and have successfully maintained for said 4 years.

 For the area I’m working in,  it’s definitely an oxymoron.

 I’m certain that a vast majority of people in Johnson County would assume that I work some minimum wage job and probably don’t have an education. They would evidence the car I drive and the lack of formal business suits.

Yet I have proven time and time again to hold my own. Following: me and me alone. 

My fashion choices are not only MY choices, dictated solely by what I think looks good and fits good,  but they never cost me big dollars. Even when I did wear women’s suits, once upon a time, I purchased every one of them at a tiny fraction of their normal cost by shopping thrift stores. I shed the need for that years ago and now I love all of my wardrobe. 

Yet, I not only started a business,  but I’ve kept it alive for nearly 5 years now. I have no boss, no required schedule, no strict attendance or dress codes,  no one harping on me to get my work done.  Yet I do. 

I show up, on time most days, but I always show up unless I’ve prescheduled time off or I’m ginuinely very sick. I don’t need someone to nag me to keep doing my job.  I know my residents depend on me, my family depends on me, and that’s enough.  It’s all the motivation I need.

So yes,  I dress like a hippie.  Yes,  I listen to loud obnoxious music and bob hysterically in my seat having a grand old time in my commutes. Yes, I have one of those oh so unprofessional tattoos.  Yes,  I refuse to shave my God(s) given body hair. Yes, I  drive a dirty dusty beater car.  …

AND I’m still a successful business woman supporting  myself and my family by taking care of others. 

I can laugh at myself for shattering the mould, and it’s ok if others find me amusing too. Really, I’m also laughing at them,  because I know they’re trapped constantly trying to fit other’s expectations and trying to appease their corporate monster jobs, and they probably resent me for not having done either.  … Maybe that’s why my brother hates me!