Another week in review. A little reflection of my week. I love how it puts things in perspective. Because when all is said and done, coming home and enjoying family and friends is just about the ultimate in joy for me. So without further ado, here are some things I noticed last week:
Parents who decide to wait til the last minute to reregister their kids for school and then try to be extremely rude and nasty to me and try to blame the postal service for not receiving something that was mailed out in May only teach their kids that it's okay to not accept responsibility for something that is clearly their fault.
I adore parents who come in with checkbook in hand and say to me, "Man, I blew it this time. I lost what you mailed me. What do I need to do now?" Way to teach your kids how to own it and live with it!! Kudos to those parents.
The love of my life is a wonderful man. He's good to me. He just has this "time" thing that is okay for him, but frustrating to me. When I get past my frustration, I consider myself the luckiest girl in the world that he loves me. Because as a former coworker advised me, "we've got to call him 'Poor George' because he lives with you, and we know what he's up against." I know...I probably shoulda been offended...but coming from this coworker, it was funny.
You probably all know I don't believe in coincidences. I believe that things happen by design. Whether you name it God's plan or something else, there are reasons things happen. This week, a woman stopped into my office to enroll her granddaughter in our school. After five minutes of reviewing the paperwork, we realized that the gram and I went to school together. And she was one of the persons the reunion committee was looking for. Right in front of me. Yep, things happen for a reason.
Only a couple weeks after I made a declaration that I was going to try to mail things more often, I fell off the wagon. Time to get back on. I love it when people tell me how happy they were to receive something in the mail from me. Happy heart!!!
I have not embraced my affirmations and gratitude (A&G) statements lately. "Too busy, no time." Such b.s.!! Because when I don't take time to embrace my affirmations and express gratitude, my world turns to crap. I can't tell you what a difference it is. But A&G can take a nasty day and turn it around in a matter of minutes. I know... duh!!!!
Sometimes, you can get the wrong doctor. I found out this week that something that has nagged me for a number of years is something that could have been addressed a long time ago. But every time I asked about it, the doctor brushed it off. The doc is no longer in my life. I think that's a good thing.
Teaching hospitals are good and bad. Good because you feel like your case is able to give the next group of doctors some hands-on experience. Bad because you sometimes feel like you are an object while the teaching is going on. No, I wasn't treated like a guinea pig. But it's surreal to be the object of discussion yet not join in.