Work overload…

 

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“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.”
― Simone de Beauvoir

 

This quote sums up where I find myself most of each waking day.  While I am firmly grounded in being a woman, all other thoughts expressed by Simone de Beauvoir could, in fact, be mine.

Work is…beyond work. Period.  Added to the equation, family, relationships and dealing with life, overall.  My passion for writing has become more work and I struggle to regain the pleasure of sharing my creative thoughts.   Juggling my way through the maze of it all, I want only to find some small bit of satisfaction, you know, that feeling of accomplishment?  Does wanting this somehow make me greedy or perhaps an underachiever?  It sure makes me angry as hell and then mad because I allowed that negative emotion to take charge.

That tired old idiom, “One step forward, two steps back” is a flashing neon light over my head.  Constantly.  Well, almost.

Unlike many people today, I can work.  Two jobs, in fact.  Something to be grateful for, especially in this mudslide of an economy.   My brain goes into overtime, usually waking me in the middle of the night to remind me that I left a few stones unturned and I jump out of bed to make necessary corrections.  More gratitude.  At least my brain hasn’t deserted me.  Yet.

Life.  Well, the ups and downs are never-ending.  For all of us, it seems. It takes a fair amount of work to sit in that roller coaster ride of conflict, heartbreak, exhaustion and beyond, just trying to get through one more day.  It’s often work to deal with situations that spiral out of control, orchestrated by people with no real clue on a given situation or motivated by some personal, twisted, vendetta.  And, it’s work to just stand back, count to ten (maybe twenty) and feel empathy for everyone caught in the combative side of life.   Makes you a better person, right?

All in all, work is nothing more than a transfer of energy, mental and physical.  We define its progress, success and failure.  It’s part of life, a necessary evil, at times.

No one ever said it would be easy!

 

 

 I couldn’t pass on this inspiration from Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop….”Write a blog post inspired by the word:  work”.  And, I did!

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Princely colors…

Like most of us, I’ve grown weary of constant political diatribes and other nonsense on the news of late.  This morning, I tapped through the selection of favorite channels on the screen of my car radio, trying to find some songful distraction until I gave up and started listening to the music on my iPhone.   One of the first songs that came blaring through the speakers (yes, I like my music loud) was Little Red Corvette, by Prince, and the tune was perfect for cruising along the parkway on a sunny Spring morning.   The song finished and I scrolled through the next few songs to Raspberry Beret, thinking to myself about how several of Prince’s songs were wrapped in color.   Oddly enough, after just a few more selections, When Doves Cry came on as I rolled into work, the opening rhythm made me want to dance in my seat so I decided to sit in the parking lot until the song ended, rocking along with Prince’s lyrics.

 

The usual pile of paperwork was waiting on my desk and I logged onto Facebook to look into the social media window on my world.  Suddenly, a friend posted “Is it true?! Prince?” and I sat, just staring at the screen for a few moments until a few news bulletin alerts started popping-up, stating that this music legend had died.    Sadly, it was all very true and all I could think was that doves were truly crying over his passing.

 

The first months of this year brought the  loss of David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Patty Duke and more.   Extraordinary people, each who shared their passion and graced us by leaving their talented mark in our lives through their artistry.  And yes, I know, this is all part of life’s cycle as we each face our inevitable mortality.  I was reminded of this in the lyrics from Let’s Go Crazy.….

Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing called life

We’re all excited
But we don’t know why
Maybe it’s ’cause
We’re all gonna die

And when we do 
What’s it all for 
You better live now
Before the grim reaper come knocking on your door

A comment on the web caught my eye…..“Driving that Little Red Corvette off into the sunset wearing a Raspberry Beret to keep the Purple Rain away.”  

You definitely colored our world with your music, Prince Rogers Nelson.  Two thousand zero zero never turned out to be the Armageddon we feared but we’ll party like it’s 1999 for as long as we can hear the music playing.

 Thank you!

 

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Historical…or destructive?

Days are passing quickly as various politicians campaign in our country, often stumbling,  in their quest to become respective party nominees for the office of President.   To date, the verbal warfare involved has been, at times, derisive and downright ugly, a sad demonstration of textbook politicking at its very worst.  The rhetoric is quickly becoming stale and fingers poised to direct one accusation after another are becoming tired.  The banter spewed out various debates or town hall gatherings has sounded more like a schoolyard brawl involving bullies, not supposedly intelligent adults.  Of course, the sometimes patronizing speeches from both Democrats and Republicans have focused on how each will bring forth desperately-needed change to America.  Then, the dialogue quickly spins out-of-control into a reprehensible whirlwind of slurs and guttural insults hurled in every direction.   Depending on where people stand politically, all will agree to disagree, and much like recent local elections here where I live, most people will be left with the dreadful choice of choosing just who will be the lesser of two evils, this time for a new White House resident in November.

That is where I stand at this very moment and will remain in the troubled months ahead.  Writing and sharing my thoughts here seems to be the best approach while I avoid any deep discussion with friends. Doing so either in person or on social media finds many acquaintances taking adversarial stands and I’m attempting not to lose friendships during this explosive political process.  Emotions are running high, fueled by the twisted media’s daily reporting of facts both pertinent and purely opinionated.  

But, me being me, I will step over any acceptable line and state my personal criticism of our current President and his visit to Cuba, the first one of an American leader since 1928.  Was this trip really necessary?   What is honestly to be gained by this visit?  What will the Cuban regime give to the United States in return?  Let me think…maybe the possible extradition of Joanne Chesimard aka/Assata Shakur, a highly dangerous, murderous, fugitive granted political asylum since 1984? Highly unlikely. Cuba has existed under a blanket of Socialism since the late 1950’s and regardless of the lifting of any travel or trade sanctions, the overall attitude from Cuba’s leaders and people living there will not magically welcome any change from the United States.   There will be no change for the better where human rights are concerned, no rescue of those imprisoned in Cuba.  Life, as it has been since the overthrow of Fulgencio Battista, will continue under communistic rule and Cubans so deeply indoctrinated into this political theory will sadly never emerge from its hold.  

In my husband’s extended family, several moved from Italy to Cuba in the 1930’s, establishing themselves as successful business and land owners until Castro and his rebels came into power.  The Castro revolution rapidly seized everything owned by thousands of island residents,  leaving them nothing but each other and the shirts on their backs when they fled Cuba. They were the lucky ones, having escaped years of imprisonment or execution from Castro’s guerrillas.  Now, as the world looks on and remarks at this “historical” visit to Cuba by an American President, I wonder if it will be better remembered more as a “destructive” event as our history unfolds.  It remains to be seen.

 

There is a Chinese curse which says ‘May he live in interesting times.’ Like it or not we live in interesting times. They are times of danger and uncertainty; but they are also more open to the creative energy of men than any other time in history.   Robert Kennedy

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