tomorrow, (maybe today, possibly yesterday or weeks gone by when you read this), as I type this... will be my last day in my most current professional post. I would say, for reasons not necessary here, I am not hiding my pleasure at this end point in time. There are few sad things about this, but everything that was/is good will be available to me after Thursday, June 30, 2011.
I have a vague idea of what will happen, despite the particulars being unclear at this exact moment. I am not worried. Having been in Pittsburgh for two years now, I feel much more capable of coping with change, thanks in part to developing a network and support system.
It may be summer, but the sun is setting on the game I've had to play for the last 11 months... and I am looking forward to whatever happens next; starting sometime after tomorrow at 5:00 PM (maybe today, possibly yesterday or weeks gone by when you read this)...
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
not the one sailing away this time...
a week from tomorrow my beloved child will turn 16.
I've stated many times that I was so looking forward to her growing older, and that I anxiously awaited the day she turned 21 and I could saddle up to the bar and have a drink with her and chat about all the mysteries of life. and here I am bleeding out my eye balls at the site of her growing up and away from me. WTF?
Some of you reading this you might recall the who that was me at 16 - tempestuous, dazed, confused, narcissistic, stubborn, caged, wild, weary, fierce, frightened... none of which my daughter is - who instead is calm, collected, knowing, strong, restrained, consistent, compassionate, sacrificing, fearless....
I now know that at 16 I could not fathom being worthy of having a person such as she love me unconditionally; and just as I realize this she is near to the end of being mine (all mine). She is moving on, as she should, into falling in love with the world at large and with other people and I must share her with all that is out of my control.
My darling daughter, I will remain steadfast on shore and watch as you go off to sail the seas of your own life; and I will hope that the light you lit oh those many years ago will shine bright enough so that you can find your way during a storm to safe harbor. xo
I've stated many times that I was so looking forward to her growing older, and that I anxiously awaited the day she turned 21 and I could saddle up to the bar and have a drink with her and chat about all the mysteries of life. and here I am bleeding out my eye balls at the site of her growing up and away from me. WTF?
Some of you reading this you might recall the who that was me at 16 - tempestuous, dazed, confused, narcissistic, stubborn, caged, wild, weary, fierce, frightened... none of which my daughter is - who instead is calm, collected, knowing, strong, restrained, consistent, compassionate, sacrificing, fearless....
I now know that at 16 I could not fathom being worthy of having a person such as she love me unconditionally; and just as I realize this she is near to the end of being mine (all mine). She is moving on, as she should, into falling in love with the world at large and with other people and I must share her with all that is out of my control.
My darling daughter, I will remain steadfast on shore and watch as you go off to sail the seas of your own life; and I will hope that the light you lit oh those many years ago will shine bright enough so that you can find your way during a storm to safe harbor. xo
Monday, June 6, 2011
service providers
I think for the average person when you live somewhere long enough you inevitably end up going to the same place/person for certain services: IE. hair styling, facials/waxing, mani/pedis...
...and being that I am a Capricorn I am pretty stubborn about change. Not to mention the fact that I had the same hair stylist for 9+ years, cosmetologist for at least 4 years and nail salon for 10. So this has been one of the most negative aspects about moving for me.
This on top of the fact that I am already very reluctant to spend money on these types of services, and I am very particular about the results.I have a history of going an entire year without getting my hair cut (not even a trim)!!! I don't do a lot to my hair in terms of torturing it with product, heat, or other damaging actions, nor do I wash it every day - so despite limited care it is very healthy.
Thankfully the person who cut my hair in Seattle was very understanding and despite my lack of visits never judged me (that I know of) and always did a superb job. I never had a single complaint. I fell into her chair accidentally (after the front desk had a scheduling mishap with another stylist, she squeezed me in and took care of me as if it had been planned all along). Once there I proceeded to follow her to two other salons, and would have even driven out to her new salon (outside city limits). For a while I contemplated on waiting to get my haircut until I made it back to the NW, but recently conceded and got the first TERRIBLE haircut I've had since I was in middle school.
Not only was the cut terrible but the experience sucked, the hair dresser was rough, yanked my head around and seemed to care less whether I ever came back or not. I called the salon and am going back to have another stylist "fix it".. gawd I hope it works. Otherwise I might just have to revisit this look and start all over!
...and being that I am a Capricorn I am pretty stubborn about change. Not to mention the fact that I had the same hair stylist for 9+ years, cosmetologist for at least 4 years and nail salon for 10. So this has been one of the most negative aspects about moving for me.
This on top of the fact that I am already very reluctant to spend money on these types of services, and I am very particular about the results.I have a history of going an entire year without getting my hair cut (not even a trim)!!! I don't do a lot to my hair in terms of torturing it with product, heat, or other damaging actions, nor do I wash it every day - so despite limited care it is very healthy.
the last time I cut it off for Locks of Love
Thankfully the person who cut my hair in Seattle was very understanding and despite my lack of visits never judged me (that I know of) and always did a superb job. I never had a single complaint. I fell into her chair accidentally (after the front desk had a scheduling mishap with another stylist, she squeezed me in and took care of me as if it had been planned all along). Once there I proceeded to follow her to two other salons, and would have even driven out to her new salon (outside city limits). For a while I contemplated on waiting to get my haircut until I made it back to the NW, but recently conceded and got the first TERRIBLE haircut I've had since I was in middle school.Not only was the cut terrible but the experience sucked, the hair dresser was rough, yanked my head around and seemed to care less whether I ever came back or not. I called the salon and am going back to have another stylist "fix it".. gawd I hope it works. Otherwise I might just have to revisit this look and start all over!
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