Colorful pieces
I load myself into this crazy life and carry through in layers of wool, fleece and thermos. Only to realize this isn't really too cold yet. It gets much more cool soon. The November is just around the corner and I look forward to the bites of wind and hints of snow.
This winter will give us a dusting for sure. Just the part of the patterns given in the summer and fall. Clarity rings truthfully.
Yet even in my weird, chilled moments life grants me wonder and color. I cannot be anything but happy. So here I smile as I put down the pact, goals I have made for the next few months.
Indeed following through will be a challenge but I am all for them. And tonight I am cuddled down in thermo tops with fleece but shorts and socks. Truly the roots of my childhood.
Funny in the matters of who I am. Clearly the waves of differences are here. The open points inside my mind, the questions of laughter held deep within and the quirky sense of humor that quakes many.
Seriously though I am this unique person seeking what I need to continue carrying on, making improvements in my life. So sure I have a few moments where I get severely frustrated in explaining about me. Even more so when I have to repeatedly describe my whole existence to my superiors.
Tedious. When research on their part should be genuine. Oh but that would be proof that they cared. I jest because not an ounce is deep there.
Sure I tire of constantly explaining my battles to people. I get exhausted just expanding on what is going on, when in truth by business standards I don't like to bring my home life to work. If I miss a day it is because legitimately I am incapable of moving from bed to restroom and back.
Yet I do not want to complain. I so dislike to talk about my problems. So the extreme of having to daily exploit my autoimmune disease to my superiors is quite a roadblock in my learning from the company. It makes me super stressed and emotional when no one is listening.
And then to have to come home exhausted only to help my mother with whatever is necessary, please, just research what Hashimotos thyroiditis disease is.
Please grow a brain. Do some research. Maybe even learn to have compassion. The surprising rate of understanding that may just come across would rank high in my book.
Yet who do I kid when this is Corporate America? I mean upon Jehovah with all this. To put at ease the levels of stress that follows trying to get the trip inside of people's minds. Truly, I have to be supported by someone because I can't do it alone. And I don't.
So this night I crave more warmth. The grandness of a smile amongst the craziness. Plus decorating copper with many pieces of stones. So colorful. Indeed I am grateful.
And right now I am preparing for the morning, in just a few minutes. Then night routine and sleep.
Grand is it not?
Colorful and delightful. Make sure to hug your loved ones and learn to be kind to a stranger. Any one of them could be grateful for that tiny moment of hope
This winter will give us a dusting for sure. Just the part of the patterns given in the summer and fall. Clarity rings truthfully.
Yet even in my weird, chilled moments life grants me wonder and color. I cannot be anything but happy. So here I smile as I put down the pact, goals I have made for the next few months.
Indeed following through will be a challenge but I am all for them. And tonight I am cuddled down in thermo tops with fleece but shorts and socks. Truly the roots of my childhood.
Funny in the matters of who I am. Clearly the waves of differences are here. The open points inside my mind, the questions of laughter held deep within and the quirky sense of humor that quakes many.
Seriously though I am this unique person seeking what I need to continue carrying on, making improvements in my life. So sure I have a few moments where I get severely frustrated in explaining about me. Even more so when I have to repeatedly describe my whole existence to my superiors.
Tedious. When research on their part should be genuine. Oh but that would be proof that they cared. I jest because not an ounce is deep there.
Sure I tire of constantly explaining my battles to people. I get exhausted just expanding on what is going on, when in truth by business standards I don't like to bring my home life to work. If I miss a day it is because legitimately I am incapable of moving from bed to restroom and back.
Yet I do not want to complain. I so dislike to talk about my problems. So the extreme of having to daily exploit my autoimmune disease to my superiors is quite a roadblock in my learning from the company. It makes me super stressed and emotional when no one is listening.
And then to have to come home exhausted only to help my mother with whatever is necessary, please, just research what Hashimotos thyroiditis disease is.
Please grow a brain. Do some research. Maybe even learn to have compassion. The surprising rate of understanding that may just come across would rank high in my book.
Yet who do I kid when this is Corporate America? I mean upon Jehovah with all this. To put at ease the levels of stress that follows trying to get the trip inside of people's minds. Truly, I have to be supported by someone because I can't do it alone. And I don't.
So this night I crave more warmth. The grandness of a smile amongst the craziness. Plus decorating copper with many pieces of stones. So colorful. Indeed I am grateful.
And right now I am preparing for the morning, in just a few minutes. Then night routine and sleep.
Grand is it not?
Colorful and delightful. Make sure to hug your loved ones and learn to be kind to a stranger. Any one of them could be grateful for that tiny moment of hope
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