In 2014 I was forced into working for myself. I had gone out on disability at the end of 2013 due to a MS symptom flareup which knocked me on my butt. To supplement our income I began buying items at auction and reselling them online. It wasn’t much, but it kept the bills paid; and it was fun! Over the next year the business began to grow and take on its own identity resulting in me buying and selling furniture.
I would travel to auctions across North and South Carolina buying vintage and antique furniture, loading up my truck and heading home to clean it and sell it. I learned a lot. I struggled a lot. But then in 2016 my passion for it shifted.
Going to auctions lost the shine. I had to talk myself in to wanting to make the drive and go through the hassle of sitting for hours to buy a few pieces of vintage gold. I didn’t enjoy it any longer.
Throughout my life I have recognized this pattern. I discover something new. I become obsessed with this new thing. I get bored with new thing. I move on to something different. For many years I thought I had an issue with “sticktoitiveness”, but over the last few years I have realized that after 2-3 years of doing something I become bored.
I’m not sure why I am geared like this. My dad worked his entire career for the same company a feat I admire, but could never do for myself. The thought of doing something over and over just isn’t for me. For a long time I thought there was something wrong with me, that I should be able to stick with one thing for a long period of time.
But over the last few years I realize I’m okay with switching and changing things up.
I wonder if there are others out there like me? Do you find yourself bored with your job, hobby, relationship? Do you find yourself wanting a new challenge?
Why You Should Always Do the Right Thing No Matter What
Do you believe that life has a way of coming full-circle? I do in many aspects. Some might say that eventually you will pay the price in the afterlife, but I also think those who do the wrong thing pay prices during this life.
I was recently involved in a situation in which a lady got caught doing something wrong with money. I don’t know why she did what she did, but I don’t think the beginnings of her actions began with ill-intentions. I think she got away with an impropriety the first time and then it snowballed from that point. Regardless of her motives, she knew what she was doing was wrong, yet she continued her pattern for over a year before getting caught.
The whole scenario was a reminder to me to always focus on doing the right thing…no matter what. A friend of mine always says “It’s never the right time to do the wrong thing and it’s never too late to do the right thing.”
My personal belief is that doing the right thing returns to a person in positive vibes and doing the wrong thing returns in negative vibes. I do believe that life comes full-circle and that acting contrary to this principle is unwise. Ultimately we will all reap what we sow.
I wonder how many people live their lives focusing on doing the right thing?
Wow is all I can say. As many of you might know Evelina broke her arm before Christmas ice skating and had to have surgery to repair the broker bones. She finally got her pins removed and cast off just before Valentine’s Day and we thought we were in the clear. Life could get back to normal. Nope.
Near the end of February she began experiencing pain in her back which resulted in an emergency room visit to discover she was passing another kidney stone. We’ve been through this situation several times in the last few years. The urologist decided to send her home and keep an eye on the movement of the stone.
After a week we had to go back to the ER and this time she was admitted for 2 days, surgery was performed and they were still not able to remove the stone. At 8 mm this stone was one of the largest the doctor has ever seen and it was lodged in the ureter so deeply that he was not able to remove it.
Last week they were able to remove the stone successfully and Evelina is now recovering nicely. Just when we thought things were turning the corner I found out yesterday I have bronchitis which is producing a wicked nasty cough. Medicine, medicine, medicine.
I find things in my archives, some of forgotten provenance, such as this poem from long ago. I don’t recall now when I either wrote it or found it. If I did find it, I apologize to the author for having lost the reference, and ask that if anybody recognizes it tha they tell me so I can give credit where it is due. It is about partings, the subject of so many songs and poems. It is about those times when the ship has sailed or the train has left the station, and how little it matters whether one is on the ship or the shore, the train or the platform. In song, the play list is too long to put here, and besides, every one has their own. Which parting brought this into my journals, I don’t know. Perhaps it was that girl from the North Country, perhaps…
I think i’m in a much better headspace then six months ago but I have a low stress job. I do wonder if I can keep this self love train going. It seems I’ve been pretty stable since the new year and I like it. No it’s not been perfect but tolerable. I feel different… more content. I’m anxious about this next week. I don’t have enough work to see me through so i’m afraid it’ll be a long week. I’m just babbling I think at this point but it’s what’s on my mind. Thanks for listening.
I’ve always loved this song. Even when I was a young girl this song would hold a special meaning. It never failed, it came on in the Knick of time to offer me the comfort I needed at that time. It reminded me then and still reminds me today to….Let It Be. I’m posting in the hopes that if anyone is struggling that this song will come as a reminder that whatever you’re going through….Let It Be. Everything is going to be ok. Many if you may not know the true meaning of this song, but here it is.
Paul McCartney wrote this song. It was inspired by his mother, Mary, who died when he was 14. Many people thought “Mother Mary” was a biblical reference when they heard it.
According to McCartney, this is a very positive song, owing to its inspiration. One night when he was paranoid and…