When I’m At My Best

Well it’s not first thing in the morning, that’s for sure. Especially if there’s some reason why I must get up and get ready and get going. Talk to me after I’m showered and dressed and have had my coffee if you value your life.

And it’s not last thing at night when I’m tired and drained and can’t keep my eyes open. You shouldn’t trust the accuracy of anything I happen to mumble at you when I’m half asleep and nodding off.

And I know it’s not in a crowd, or surrounded by negative thinkers or when there’s an undercurrent of stress in my day or when I’ve over-committed to too many things and have no idea how I’ll handle any of them well. Or when I’m being rushed. Having to hurry irritates the hell out of me.

I’m at my best when I’ve had enough sleep and am well rested and alert.

I’m at my best when I don’t skip meals, when I drink lots of water, and eat nutritious healthy foods and snacks, get enough protien and just say no to sugar in all its refined and sneaky disguises.

I’m at my best at work when the expectations are clear and realistic and the methods to meet them are of my own chosing. I’m best one-on-one for problem solving, when I have time to really listen and empathize and decide what we need to do to make things better.

I’m at my very best when I can relax with no distractions and focus and concentrate; when I can engage myself fully in the things about which I feel passionate.

All that being said, here’s how things are going so far today. It’s my day off so I slept in. Then I had to rush around and try to make myself look half assed presentable for the furnace guy who got here twenty minutes early. So I haven’t showered yet. I’m sorry he had to experience and cope with that, but it’s his own damned fault. I made coffee and I’ve managed to consume two large cups of it. I made my breakfast in the blender – juice, yogurt, frozen fruit and protein powder. I’m drinking it now. I just wrote a cheque for the furnace maintenance, and now that that’s done and he’s gone and half the morning is as well, I’m reading this over and deciding that due to all the interruptions, it perhaps is not my best work.

Too bad. I’m going to go shower now. Do your best to deal with it.

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NOT a Disappointing Movie

I don’t want to talk about things that disappoint me. If I’m disappointed it’s my fault for having unrealistic expectations.

After hearing great things about it I expected the movie “Bridesmaids” to be a combination of “Monster-in-Law” and “Hangover” with some “Wedding Crashers” thrown in, but it was SO much better than that.  It had an actual storyline and a happy ending, and a wonderful mix of characters.  And Chris O’Dowd.  Really, what is it with that Irish accent that makes me not even CARE what he’s talking about.

But if I say more your expectations will soar through the roof and you’ll be disappointed for sure.  Just go see it expecting to laugh.  Because unless you’re deaf and blind I’m thinking that will probably happen.

Will I Ever Go Back to School?

I’m looking at retirement. With great longing. It could happen in three years or less. Perhaps tomorrow or the end of this month, or this afternoon if the mood suddenly hits me. As soon as my work becomes too tedious to bear (and it’s hanging on the edge some days) I’m done.

So I cannot picture myself ever going back to school, at least not to any kind of formal in-classroom situation with text books and exams and assignment deadlines. Courses and classes for things here and there, doing oddball things that I love to do, with no great expectations – that’s about as serious as I’m likely to get in the education area at this point in my life.

I went back to school when I was 50, more in the pursuit of a bigger pay cheque than for any love of learning. It was difficult but the rewards were good. I feel no strong need or urge to repeat the process. But I’m kind of living proof that it’s never too late to go after the things you want.

Now I just want a homework free life, no research required. Nothing to memorize, nothing to prove.

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