Friday, August 8, 2008

Oh, Henry...

So, I have been learning more and more about Henry VIII over the past couple of years and I find myself at first moving from one extreme to another. At first I feel totally disgusted by him, and then I feel totally fascinated by him. I don't know if I have ever felt this range of emotion regarding a character (Who just happens to have been a real person!). On the one hand I want to dislike him, but on the other hand, I can't get enough of him! The stories about him never seem to end, and it seem as if his exploits should belong to a fictional character other than a real person (A king no less!).

I am on a mission to learn more about Henry...I just can't help myself. I don't think he would mind if I call him Henry. I'm sure he's been called much worse behind his back.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Why do some people HATE cats???

Maybe it's just me, but I don't understand how a full grown person can have such an extreme hatred of cats. When I hear people say, " I hate cats...They are so sneaky," all it proves to me is
that that person has the ability to regurgitate what they heard someone else say.

Folks should not be intimidated by cats just because they can't control them. They have their purpose in nature as well as we do. Why are some people so intimidated by their (cats') independent nature? I'm just saying that I think it's bizarre to harbor such hatred for a 10 - 20 pound cat, unless you have some really legitimate reason.

It will be nice when people start to make judgements based on information and not based on what they heard their parent, sibling, or friend say. We should be thinking for ourselves! Cats
enjoy the same sense of love, affection, and security as we do. Blame nature for their instinct to hunt and eat prey. And by the way, my cat and I don't care if you don't like her...

Sunday, July 27, 2008


Why has it taken me so long to figure out where I went wrong as far as my professional life? Well, I, along with many others who have been laid off and now have the opportunity to contemplate this question, am on the brink of a discovery. I haven't quite "arrived" yet, but I am starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

My spouse asked me tonight why my current conversation has been so intense. Quite frankly,
my reply was that I was angry at myself. I can't place all of the blame on the cold, unjust, unappreciative, gluttonous practices of corporate America. I also have to blame myself. As a
"30-something" I have just realized that I was so caught up trying to please everyone else and caught up thinking that I would be compensated based on merit, I failed to realize that the reality I had created for myself (in my mind) in the workplace did not actually exist.

I knew (even if it was subconsciously) that I hated my job, that I was not working in the field that I intended, that the business had no standard operating procedure, and that employees were not compensated based on merit. I realize that these issues may exist in many corporations, but it is a question of extremity. One might be able to tolerate a certain degree of dysfunction, but to what extreme?

Anyway, no matter how upset I've been with myself, this situation has been a blessing in disguise. I didn't make the necessary changes in my life, so life made the (initial) change for me.
If this hadn't happened to me, I would still be miserable, sick, and overworked. You know, there is something to gaining a sense of accomplishment because you are living your life authentically, as opposed to becoming something else to please someone else. You are the only one who knows how to live your authentic life - no one else has the right to tell you (professionally-speaking, anyway) - not your parents, your boss, nor your friends. If you're not happy, no one in your house will be happy - not even your cat, dog, bird, or otherwise.