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My Life Thus Far
2007-08-14 08:35:43 (UTC)

Into The Good Life

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Let your task be to render yourself worthy of love and
this even more for your on happiness than for that of
others.

Maurice Maeterlinck

Today was a full day, but it wasn't at all stressful.
That's always a good thing. Stress and I go way back, but
we're not the best of friends.

Cierra and Annie had such a good time with each other
yesterday. When I went in to check on them last night, all
three girls (Cierra, Annie and Kiki) were in the crib
together. All you could really see was a mass of arms,
legs and little bodies. They were intertwined so tightly.
They slept all night that way with no problems, either.
Why is it as adults, if we slept like that, we'd wake up
cranky and unable to move? There's something about the
resiliency of a child. I envy them.

I didn't have to be to work until noon today. Even though
I had all morning to get there on time, I still had to
rush and got there late. I keep telling myself I'm going
to make an effort to get there on time, but until someone
calls me out about it, why bother? Other than the obvious
reason. It would mean less rushing for me. Other than
running a little late, my workday was fine. We seemed to
be pretty steady and all of our numbers were good. They'd
missed the first segment by $65, but we made the following
two segments by over $200 each, so we made up for that. I
love days that take care of themselves. You don't have to
work as hard for the good numbers. Although it does leave
you with less to do.

Dad was sweet enough to take us all out to dinner tonight.
We went to Shari's down the street. It's Washington's
version of a mom and pop kind of diner. Only it isn't.
It's closer to a Denny's type of place, but whatever. I
had a steak for the first time in forever. It wasn't all
that great. It was a little on the salty side and
resembled a hockey puck vaguely. I still ate it thought.
Why, I'm not sure.

After we got home, I put the girls to bed and Dad and I
had a good heart to heart. Mostly, I talked and he
listened. I got to bitch and moan about all the injustices
my mother inflicted upon me and Dad just listened. No one
really ever wants to hear about what I went through and
although it's in the past and it doesn't define me. I
still like to get it out of me. Talking about it is like
releasing a spirit. Once it leaves my body, it has no
power over me anymore. I like feeling like I've been
lifted. Away from the bad, into the good life. I'm working
on that.

I'm so tired. I hadn't noticed how long Dad and I'd been
talking. It's late and I'm so ready to go to sleep. I work
11:30-5:30 tomorrow, so I should get my beauty rest! (I
need it so bad)! Ciao until tomorrow.




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