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The “new normal”.  Every news outlet is talking about it.  For those who avoid change, their struggle is just beginning.  People have been locked down for weeks on end.  Some have embraced being hunkered down.  Others, defied it.  My mother has a saying, “only boring people get bored”.  Never did I think the entire world would be put to the test of this.  Those that followed the guidelines and sheltered at home, were challenged with keeping themselves active.  For some, another saying came into play, “it was like watching grass grow”.

I’ve thought about that while hunkered down these last two months and can say watching grass grow is actually becoming quite exciting.  Clearly those folks were never home enough to actually watch grass grow because then they would understand, like me, just how interesting it is to watch the lawn crew come each week.  Who knew grass grew so much in a week!  As always, context and perspective help us evolve.

Context and perspective.

Two interesting concepts.  I’m remembering the story of two children thrown into a room with a pile of manure.  One child begins crying uncontrollably while throwing themself on the ground, the other excited, thrilled, laughing, digging frantically to find the pony responsible for the pile of manure.

Perspective.

Your perception becomes your reality.

Today, everyone is hyper sensitive to everything.  Whomever would have thought to wear a mask—or not wear a mask would define your political views, how courteous you are, if you care about others, if your parents raised you right, or if you have fashion sense.  Amazing how a little, simple face mask can be so telling.

Simple tasks such as going to the market have become beacons for how a person follows directions.  One way aisles, social distancing markers on where to stand and plexiglass barriers have become a part of our lives.  Some folks apparently never learned to pay attention, as they are wondering around going the wrong way, ignoring directions, as people glare at them.  I would hate to see these people driving in large cities with one way streets.  My question is, when will the passing lanes be implemented?

This morning, Joni Mitchell’s song “Big Yellow Taxi,” came to mind.  If you don’t know the chorus:

Don’t it always seem to go

That you don’t know

What you’ve got 

Til it’s gone

Some days, it feels like a lot of what we had is now gone. Simple things like shopping, working out at the gym, walking on the beach, going to a movie, or just leaving the house have potential to expose us to a life threatening virus.

Do we appreciate our lives enough?

There are people clinging to life from cataclysmic illness begging for one more day.  While others abuse their bodies with the careless excuse “you have to die of something”.

Why do we go through time ignoring the amazing wonderment of life, to only appreciate it when the threat of losing life happens?

If only we could go back to 6 months ago.  Germs weren’t on the radar.  We were safe in a country that was flourishing.  Our biggest news stories—who in Hollywood was cheating on whom, the newest diet fad guaranteed to lose weight fast, and the incessant fighting in D.C.

How quickly our world changed.  Our bubble of safety broken.

The other day, I witnessed two people fighting.  Over what you ask?  A canister of baking yeast.  Whomever would have thought the American populous filled with fast food, prepared food, impatient mindsets would be fighting over baking yeast.  Yet, here we are.

First it was paper products.  Your wealth was defined by your stockpile of toilet paper.

Second society went for stockpiling rubbing alcohol and aloe vera gel.  The ingredients to make hand sanitizer.

Third was the shift to meat.  As there might be a shortage there.  Markets had to limit quantities.

Now we apparently are on a baking frenzy.  Forget about the bakeries surrounding us, we must fight over yeast to make things ourselves!  Prior to now, I was a lone wolf in baking bread.  Now, apparently, I have many fellow bread bakers.  Do they realize it takes hours to make bread, or are they merely fighting over yeast because it’s been reported in short supply?

Do we as a society just like to fight and stockpile?

We can look back on January and wonder at the trivial things we let consume us.

Why did we spend so much time clutching after things that don’t matter?

Were we fools, taking life for granted?

There are always people in much better fortune than us—and conversely in much worse.  Why do we not see the goodness in our own lives instead of comparison shopping our lives to others?

That grass we are watching grow over the fence might look greener, be careful it isn’t spray painted.  Maybe we should just water our own yard.

Why are we so afraid of change?  Afraid to a point we would rather sit in misery than manage the change.

Inevitably, when that change is forced on us, we get angry, feel pity, blame everyone but ourselves.

We can embrace the change, look at the positive and evolve.  Manage our own change.  Control it.  Or we can push back on the change, stress, get angry and let the change force itself on us.

Perception is our reality.  Be it positive or negative.

We live in a time that every person in history before us would have traded places in an instant. For many of them, it would’ve seemed an incredible utopia.

Be grateful for what you have, manage positive change and let your reality flourish!  Remember, there must be a pony in the pile of manure somewhere!

Stay healthy!

 

 

 

 A day in lockdown—-with the exception of those working in an essential business we have all been in quarantine mode.  Social distancing—wearing a mask—washing hands for 20 seconds has become our reality.  A simple cough in public from allergies will lead to hysteria.  The popular chatter around what the “new normal” will look like once quarantine is over.

The positive effect—people are spending more time outside.  Walking—biking—jogging—anything to feel active.  People are meeting their neighbors for the first time in years.

Some are eating their way through the shutdown.

Others utilizing the time to exercise.

Dogs are thrilled with walks every hour.

Cats are dreading another day with humans in their house.

For some who live with a spouse and kids, isolation might be welcome. For others, the isolation will get to them.  It’s one thing to say you like being isolated from society.  It’s another thing to live it.  There is a difference between alone—and lonely.  One does not have to be by themself to feel lonely.  Some of the loneliest—have people around them nonstop.

There is a saying, “you have to live intentionally”.  Those words—live intentionally—my analyzer brain giving detailed examination.  There are some who think life is already preplanned—In life we just go through the motions.  It’s a way to justify being lazy.  If that were true—one could feasibly sit on a chair doing zero —their life would happen anyway.  To try at anything being irrelevant.

If it is true that we must live with a focused intent.  We must do the work to define our future.  Then we can’t be a leaf moving around in the water wildly.  We have to put oars in the water to guide ourself to where we want to go.  Staying centered—Calm—focused.

Sometimes to know where you want to go you have to know where you’ve been.  Society develops perceptions based on how we look—aesthetics.  I believe a lot of how we look is based on what’s happening internally.  If you’ve stayed engaged in life—stayed active—that’s part of it.  Nutrition is the other—food is medicine.  Healthy foods keep the body working at optimum performance.  Garbage in—the body breaks down.

Some say it’s easier to be older.  However, when we are older, we have many more memories to sift through.  If you’re lucky, they’re all good memories.

Make peace with whatever is looking at you in the mirror.  To be comfortable in your own skin. They say that comes with age.  In reality, that comes with wisdom.  The wisdom to not define yourself by family—money—status—or any other superficial theory.  The theories that weigh people down with superfluous ideas of success.  We should define ourselves by what really defines us—heart—trust—loyalty—our ability to love and be loved.  Legacies aren’t defined by wealth—they are defined by character.

In this virtual life we are living, one that affords remote working in pajamas and forces us to live within the lives we have built for ourselves—to solve the human equation—we need to add love—subtract hate—multiply good—and divide between truth and error!

Stay healthy!

 

 

 

We all have scars be it internal—external—or both.  Never be ashamed of a scar.  It only is a symbol you are stronger than what tried to hurt you.  The proximate cause of that scar can drop us to our knees at the time of the initial wound.  It’s up to us whether we look toward the light—or the dark.  Positive is always a better option than dark and negative.

No matter what you do—no matter how hard you work—no matter the level of your try—there will always be a negative darkness standing there to judge—doubt —talk bad about you.  Just smile and make the best decisions you can based on the facts you have at the time.  I stopped explaining— rather defending myself because the realization hit me that people understand only what they want to.  It’s not necessarily based on any facts.

If you’re an analyzer brain like me—we break it down in our minds.  To understand the rationale—the why—the what—the how.  To judge ourselves from others’ vantage points is not necessary.

An example—I once was told a cake was dry.  My brain immediately went to the why.  I asked, “was the cake made from a mix or from scratch?”  Which immediately prompted a harsh, “That’s a stupid question!  How dumb is that!  What a dumb question!”  What I heard was, “You’re an idiot! You moron!”   When in actuality, my question wasn’t dumb at all but part of a methodical process question.  If the cake was dry—my first thought to start the process was mix or scratch—scratch maybe too much flour—mix maybe baked too long—the person I was speaking to could have responded “let’s not break it down, it doesn’t matter” and all would have been fine.  Instead, the violent reaction caused me to pause—doubt myself—and think maybe I was dumb.  Before the conversation could continue — I heard “I’m hanging up.”  Several seconds passed—I sat in silence staring at the floor.  Thinking to myself, “Am I dumb?” Was my question dumb or had the person who angered at such a simple question been off kilter in their perception.  How people act defines who they are —how we react to their behavior is what defines ourselves.  We only have control of one side of that equation.

Everyone’s individual perception is their reality.  If they choose to think negatively or positively of us—it’s not within our control.

Don’t believe me?  Ever watched a parent with their child?  That’s perception vs reality in its truest form.  Their child could be eating paint but to that parent they have the brains to achieve a double doctorate and win the next Nobel Prize.

Stop explaining yourself —people understand only what they want.  You can’t fix them with self hate or by defending yourself.  Their perception is their reality no matter what you do.  All you can do is identify the filters through which you view the world.  Your opinion and perception of yourself —do not confuse those with facts and truths.  Change your perception of things and you will change your reality.  Never let anyone change those for you.

As Robert Bolano states, “People see what they want to see and what people want to see never has anything to do with the truth…”

My grandmother used to say, “never overlook the simplest sound of a bird—or flower most think of as a weed—if you can see beautiful things in humble places, where others see nothing, then you are granted a gift few people know….”

Never let other people’s limited perception define who you are.  You are essential.  Believe you can.

Hold your chin up—and strut!

Stay healthy!

 

If you’ve been following state and federal mandates, you are one of the millions of people quarantined in their home.  Social Distancing—Remote Working—Online Learning—have become phrases within daily conversations.

Never again will we look at our homes the same.  From this point forward, new home purchases will be determined by a question “would this structure be a good quarantine location?”

My first NYC apartment was 600 square feet.  My living/dining/kitchen area were one long hallway.  I could sit on my sofa and change the channel with my foot.  Remote unnecessary.  It was an adventure.  A great starter 3 story walk up apartment.  I named it my, “compartment”.   I can’t imagine being in quarantine there.

Admit it — you’ve thought about the perfect place to quarantine.

No matter where you are living—hopefully you are quarantined to protect the greater good.

Quarantined.  A word equestrians use when importing a new prospect.  Whomever would have thought we would be using that word for the greater populous of humans in the world.

People are losing track of how many days they’ve been “locked down”.

Conversations are started with “Day # of the lock down and all’s well.  How are you holding up?”

We are quickly learning why dog’s get bored in the house and tear up furniture.

Also, a dog doesn’t need 35 walks a day.  They too tire out.

People are having conversations with household appliances.  One even had a conference with the microwave and stove.

Someone mentioned they didn’t get an opinion from the washer because that thing puts a different spin on facts.

If you hear the door tell you, “you’re unhinged”—time to take a walk and get fresh air.

Since the fridge isn’t going to lock itself after your 10th ice cream trip— maybe try getting out of your jammies and into some workout clothes.  Get those endorphins flying.

People are virtual dating.  Virtual working.  Virtual shopping.  Virtual exercising.  Virtual living.  It is possible to live a full life and never exit your living space.  Who knew?

Others are dressing up to stay home.  Just to feel “normal”.

None of us can avoid this pandemic.  Some have been labeled a “germaphobe” because they want everyone to practice safe distancing and quarantine methods.  I don’t want to test nature and see if I can beat the virus when there are easy, common sense ways to avoid it.  If that makes me a dreaded “germaphobe” I’ll gladly take the title.

Germaphobes unite!

Those that say they don’t care aren’t educated or are misinformed.  No sane, prudent individual would carelessly run amuck not caring about getting infected or worse—whom they infect.  Those individuals should be forcibly quarantined.

One Midwest manager proudly posted a sign for those feeling ill to please stay home and “corn teen” yourself.  I’m hoping that misspell was a joke.

As we push through these interesting times, one thing is for sure.  Good humor—creative ways to stay busy—a sound mind—staying connected to people —are all necessary.

We will come out stronger—better equipped to handle whatever is thrown at us.

Stay healthy and quarantine!

 

 

 

 

There is only so much torture we can go through—the rest is just showing off.  My grandfather used to say that to me, typically after I had just been through something very difficult.  We are all going through difficult isolated times at the moment.  We have labeled it a pandemic. “Stay at Home” orders are in most states.  Again, there are different groups of people.  Those that are afraid to leave their homes in fear of exposing to the virus.  Another group are being cautious, yet still venturing out to find hiking trails they haven’t stepped on in years.  The last group, have no clue yet what quarantine or social distancing actually are.  Washing their hands properly is an anomaly.  Their thoughts are they will slap the virus in the face and whomever wins the battle is meant to be.  Those people need more than hand sanitizer.

No matter which of the groups you’re in—we are all in this together.

It’s in times like these we can ponder life.  We can make a situation as difficult or as simple as desired.  Kind of like fishing.  Think about it.  Fishing isn’t really about fishing.  It’s about letting things happen.  When you throw the line into the water, what happens next isn’t within your control.  You sit and wait.  The water treading against the boat, or the shoreline, whichever you happen to be.  The fisherman can sit in peace and enjoy the sounds of nature.  The calm nurturing their soul.  Or—people with no patience nor the ability to relax will stress out—become impatient—pull their line in and recast again and again all the while complaining about how bad the fishing is.  Their music blaring.  Stress emblazoning their bodies.  Until they no longer enjoy what fishing is all about.  Because in that moment of peaceful nature, we can either meditate in the calm.  Or we can push away the pain of our thoughts—and find something to fill the void until we are a ball of stress no longer able to bounce.

We are told that love is what life is all about.  Love is vulnerable—warm—sometimes painful.  A friend of mine was depressed the other day—she is single with no current prospects.  She’s jumped from one relationship to another—never spending time with herself.  Being by yourself isn’t “alone”.  Some of the loneliest people have been married for years.  We are individually capable of making ourselves happy or sad.  The people we choose to be create our sense of worth.  Afford us the ability to like ourselves—or criticize as well.  We are our most harsh critic.  What outside stimulus affects that is up to us.

So if it is love that unites us.  Walks us through the dark times.  Gives us the strength to push through to happiness again.  If it’s love that lifts us out of our darkness.  When people put their lies on you—attack you—try to take you out because of jealousy—hate—insecurity.  Remember to let the love from those around you carry you through.  Let it bring you back into the brightness of life.  The truth is, ignorance and hate hold hands.  They try to blind us.  Smother us with darkness.  They try to destroy the light of hope.  Take away what make us happy.  If we pay attention—drive the negative away—our love can consume the darkness and drive out the hate.  That love might not change everyone.  For their darkness runs too deep.  You might still run up against people who like their darkness, or have become so consumed they are blinded by it.  Their hate is all they know.  It’s what they survive on.

When we are exposed to that darkness and hate.  It’s in those moments we have to hold on to those that shine their light on us.  Fill us with love.  We have to hold on to those that give our life meaning—are there for us no matter the cost.  Because it’s that love that brings us hope.  If we live the truth—love completely—accept each other at who they truly are—then our lights will shine brightly and drive out all hate and darkness.

I’ve let darkness infect the great love of my life.  Let past experiences knee jerk my response to the darkness.  Let that darkness create suspicion —lies—tear what was genuine into shreds of doubt.  Only to awake to figure out it wasn’t the love that wasn’t pure—but the darkness trying to rip it apart.  If the past could be repeated—if mulligans were afforded in life—I would hold on to that love —hold on to the light from it—use it to push the darkness away.  My hope —that love remains and will find its way to shine  through again.  For true love never waivers.  It has peaks and valleys— but remains strong—and will always find its way to shine again.

Thoughts lead us to purpose.  When that purpose becomes strong enough—action takes over.  Actions form habits—which in time those habits build our character.  It’s that character that fixes our destiny.

A pessimist is one who makes difficulties of their opportunities and an optimist is one who makes opportunities of their difficulties.

In this time of uncertainty—find your purpose—let it move you to action.  We have control of our destiny as long as we don’t allow darkness to invade it.

Stay Healthy!

 

Someone asked me who has been the greatest influence in my life.  Every day of our lives we are evolving.  The question itself is very simple. The answer much more complicated.  The answer is fluid and can change in an instant.  Just when we think we know that greatest influence—Someone comes into our life unexpectedly and suddenly we see the world different.  A new lens replaces the world as we knew it.  That person teaches us it’s ok to let people in.  Start over.   You can go your whole life thinking you know the answer.  And then one day you realize your greatest Influence in your life might be someone else.  Sometimes the answer isn’t who influenced you the most but what.  Or a combination of both.

As a child, my grandmother taught me how to calm the storm.  Be it external or internal.  Negative influences taught me self protection.  How to compartmentalize instead of dealing with issues.  My horses—a quiet, yet powerful escape.  My dog—able to be with me anywhere I went.  I learned to protect the ones I cared about.

Society to us is nothing more than the grouping of humans surrounding us.  If we let them, they will define what is right —expected—successful.  Change the environment—society changes—expectations change.

Childhood idols who through a young eye seemed so strong—independent —wise.  Through the lens of an adult become weak—dependent—narcissistic.

People make assumptions like blood is loyal—trustworthy—kind.  When in reality it can be destructive —cruel—toxic.  From the inside of the box—the lens can be blind.

Anytime a situation resembled past dysfunction—I Immediately categorized it with the same  consequences and outcome as life had previously taught.  Whether you believe in your success—or whether you believe in your failure—either way you are correct.

When an incredible person comes into our life—they arrive with positives and negatives.  How we deal with each is important.

People come and go from our lives.  But only a handful truly make a difference in our future.  It’s impossible to chose one who influenced my life the most. It’s what they all taught me that matters.  Things like loyalty— trust— respect.  To feel the accomplishment of earning those is a gift of priceless value.  So if I had to pick the single greatest influence.  If I have to give an answer —it has to be my adoption.  Being adopted creates a sense of isolation—independence—strength.  There is no fall back on blood—you are who you become.   You set your goals—define them—accomplish —make new ones.  I worked hard until I managed to get a goal right—and then worked harder until I couldn’t get it wrong.

When the student is ready—the teacher arrives.

What we do with that knowledge—how we adapt our lens—is up to us.

Stay healthy!

 

Have you ever stopped to people watch?  If you haven’t, try it.  To watch human behavior is a dynamic so intriguing, it can make for great distractions during times of difficulty.  Society is in a state of panic at the moment.  Corona Virus AKA COVID-19 has consumed everything from news, media, internet and conversation.  In the hysteria of a respiratory illness, people are fighting over basic home goods such as toilet paper, cleaning supplies and paper towels.  How we went from a respiratory illness to stock piling 7500 rolls of toilet paper is an anomaly.  Walking into a supermarket is like stepping into an armageddon movie scene.  Everything that destroys the immune system — processed food, dairy, candy, soda are all baron shelves.  People have become so parsimonious they have caused a shortage.  Have no fear though—Broccoli, cauliflower, brussel sprouts, probiotics, oat milk or any other kind of health food item are of ample stock.  In other words, if it’s healthy—it’s on the shelves.  If it tears the body down—it’s gone.  It’s obvious few know how the immune system actually works.

 

Every day people have a new rationale for the virus.  How to avoid it.  What to do if you get it.  I’ve read everything from sitting in a hot tub, running a blow dryer at the hottest setting up your nose, to sitting in a sauna.  Some are saying to gargle with salt water and drink gallons of water in case you are exposed the virus will wash into your stomach and the acids will kill it.  Seriously?  The virus attaches to the mucous and goes into the lungs.  It is a respiratory illness.   Are people not aware they have a trachea and an esophagus?  Ever tried to inhale water?

It is humanly impossible to think and panic at the same time.

 

Some are focused on what businesses have been forced to shut down because groups of people congregating are now seen as careless ways to spread illness.  People are focusing on when the next official news conference will be.  Droves of people are working from home in an attempt to self quarantine.  There are three groups of people it seems.  The ones that are self quarantined in an attempt to keep infection down.  The other a group of “won’t happen to me, I’m healthy” moving about in a business as usual fashion.  Which group is correct?  Time will tell.  Those who are working remote have a far less chance of contracting anything.  Those moving about as normal will soon see how “normal” things are if they have been exposed to the virus.  The next 2-14 days could be an eye opener for them—maybe. Oh—let’s not forget the third group.  The ones who have gone into sheer panic because this IS the end of the world as we know it.  All of us will die.  No one will survive.
The people in that group need more than quarantine.

 

Can you imagine being a hypochondriac in this mess?

 

Introverts are ecstatic as they’ve been training to “self quarantine” most of their lives.

Parents have been catapulted into home schooling.  The only thing to say to that is, parents, “May the force be with you.”

People that can’t sit still are trying to go about business as usual, except most everything is closed or has shortened hours of operation.  So, they find themselves going to the market several times a day, just to analyze the empty shelves.

 

Some are posting memes in an effort to find humor.

FaceTime and Skype are on fire.

It is deemed the average person touches their face approximately 2000 times per day.  Say it isn’t so.  Don’t do it.  Don’t touch your face.

Others are calculating how many squares of toilet paper does one actually use per “go” in an effort to calm people down.  Whomever would have thought wealth would ever be defined by the stockpile of toilet paper one has.

 

People who can live off the land, hunt, grow their own food, fish and have an arsenal of weaponry to defend themselves have a heightened status in the world.  If only for a brief moment in time.

 

There are masks, gloves, homemade sanitizer, goggles, ear plugs and anything else people can think of to avoid the dreaded COVID-19.

 

“Wash your hands” has become common place to ask.  Shockingly, most people do not wash their hands regularly or correctly!  How did that happen?  Having soap merely touch your hand, slapping it against the other hand and rinsing is no longer acceptable.  We have all become evaluators of how hands are washed.  Wash your hands—correctly!  If nothing else, COVID-19 has renewed the importance of hygiene.

 

In other times I would say the best defense is to hold hands so as not to lose anyone.  In these times, touching anything or anyone has been deemed hazardous to one’s health.  Touching your face could be lethal, let alone another person.

 

Since we are all in this together, let’s let everyone important in our lives know how important they are.  Daily at least.  The world — life — can shift in an instant.  Be good with the last conversation you had with anyone, as it could be the last words you say to them.  A new day is never guaranteed.  Do not take it for granted.  Times like these should be a reminder of how fragile life is.  Hysteria isn’t needed.

 

Let’s all remember to think of others before ourselves.  Continue to look both ways before crossing the street.  Be humble.  Be calm.  Relax on panic stockpiling.  And don’t forget anyone.

 

To quote Ellen Degeneres—“Be kind to one another”

 

Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

Everyone has days where stress is at its maximum.  The kind of day whereby the moment we awake, the world is compressing around us.  Yesterday, was that kind of day for me.  My first text came in at 5:45am, from one of my associates.   She didn’t feel well enough to head into the office.  The flu bug had struck again.  We were officially short staffed.  It was a Friday, so all would be well.  How does one have a bad Friday, right?

On the other hand, it’s January.  Like everyone else, I’ve made new goals for the year.  One of which is to drink more water.  I lug huge bottles of water with me everywhere to remind me to drink.  This will become more prevalent in a moment.

As the morning progressed from one phone call, conference call, question and issue to another.  My Friday quickly resembled that of a Monday.   I took each call with detail, reminding myself of my hydration goal as I went.  Gulping down water when I could.

At the end of every call, my body reminding me of nature.  My brain however, kept me on point—focused—solving problems.  The advice of “listen to your body” forgotten in the Monotony.

In the middle of the mayhem, my text chimed.  I had forgotten about a meeting, offsite.  I ended my call, grabbed my briefcase and rushed out the door.  Cell phones have made it easy to be in two places at one time.  I called into the meeting, while explaining I was in route.

The elevator wasn’t an option as I would lose the call, so down the stairs I flew.   My body screaming at me that nature was calling from the massive water consumption of my morning.  Finally, the first floor lobby.  It is a carpeted hallway from the stairwell door to the main lobby.  At the main lobby the carpet connects to tile.   With the meeting in my ear—nature beating down on my body —and an urgency to get to the meeting—the small tent stating “slick floor” missed my line of sight.  My heel stepped off the carpet, onto the tile —my body flew up like Charlie Brown when Lucy would pull the football—hitting the floor with a “thud”.  It took a few seconds for my brain to register what had just happened.  There must have been a noise when I hit, because in my ear I could hear “ARE YOU OK?!”— “WHAT IS GOING ON?!”  As I collected myself to speak—I managed to get out “all is good.” While a scan of injuries ensued.  All body parts seemed to be in tact—all appendages unbroken—all was well.  Except—I felt this warm sensation on my slacks.  Was the floor still wet from the cleaning crew’s mop?  If only that were the case.  Remember nature beating down on my body?  Nature had taken control when my body hit the floor.

Embarrassed — I took a scan of the lobby.  For once in my life, no one was around.  Scooping myself up to my feet—I began to laugh.  What it must have looked like to see my body fly through the air—hit the ground—and then mortifyingly my bladder partly release.

I ran out of the lobby—drove home— showered—restarted my day and made it to the meeting.  All the while, laughing at myself!

In life, we must always remember to slow down enough to not only remember our goals, but listen to our bodies.  Especially when our bodies are screaming at us!

Even after an embarrassing moment—Hold your head high—and Strut!

 

Do you ever watch people in or around elevators?  There are many types of “elevator people”.  There are the “Tappers” who continually press the button thinking that will either cause the elevator doors to open or arrive faster.  Then there are those that aren’t versed in elevator etiquette and will walk onto an elevator, allowing the doors to close as others are attempting to enter.  There are those who walk onto an elevator while conversing on their mobile only to rant “ARE YOU THERE?!”—“HELLO?!” — as soon as the doors close.  As if phones ever work in a closed, moving elevator.  There are those who have intimate conversations with family or friends —conversations the innocent bystander can’t un-hear.

Today I encountered the “Stoppers”.  Those that arrive on their desired floor—step out of the elevator just clearing the doors—and stand there looking around as if to announce, “Yes! I’m here people! Look at me!”   This would be perfectly fine, except there are people attempting to enter said elevator or merely pass through and get past the elevator lobby.

Today, was a site to see.  While walking outside ready to enter the building— a woman tapped up next to me clearly in a nervous hurry—she sashayed by me stating, “I clearly drank too much at lunch!”  Translation—she needed the lady’s room—quickly!

Please allow me to digress.  To get to the lady’s room, one must pass through the elevator lobby and make two lefts.

As the nervous lady entered the building and approached the elevator lobby, she increased her speed.  I slowed my pace to give her plenty of room to run.  Unknowingly, this also gave me a front row view to what was about to transpire.

As nervous woman pranced up towards the elevators, the elevator in the middle opened and a female Stopper hopped out and stood strong.  She looked around in bewilderment as the nervous lady rammed in to her.  Both women hit the floor with a slap.  As they hit—the floor became wet—very wet—nervous woman’s bladder had lost.  She must have had gallons of liquid for lunch!

Two bodies slipping around in urine.  One mortified—one angry—the spectators not knowing what to do as anyone leaning in to help would have clearly slipped and gone down themself.  Finally, with much struggle, the two women crawled out of the puddle and onto a rug.  As they struggled to their feet—I couldn’t help but feel bad for the woman who didn’t make it to the lady’s room—whose bladder had given up as she flew to the floor.  She was mortified and “relieved” all at once.  She hurried off to avoid further embarrassment.

Sometimes in life it is important to step off the elevator —keep moving with a commanding presence—pay attention to our surroundings—and know where we are going.  Other times in life it is important to not stretch ourselves to a point our body is forced to take control.  For in the end—both could lead us to hit a surface we aren’t happy with.

Are you aware what a “UTV” is?  They are basically off road vehicles designed to take you up and down any terrain.

While on vacation, my friend and I decided to pull from our redneck roots and go on a private UTV tour of the island.  I’m not sure what my expectations were—maybe toodling down a dirt road, sliding tires and enjoying the day.  Pulling from the inner tomboy, always lurking inside of me.

Our guide arrived perky and excited to start the tour.  We climbed into a mini van skinned with advertisement for the tour business.  The seats covered in plastic, like my grandmothers sofa, to avoid dirt, grime and moisture.

We made our way through the residential area of the island.  Winding and turning from dirt road to paved.   It was a mini tour in itself, showing us the native’s neighborhoods.   Finally, pulling in to our destination—the UTV hangout.  This was no typical UTV tour business.  Instead, it was a haven for displaced animals.  The tour business was the income base for the refuge.  Immediately, I made friends with “Tiny”, a 160 pound South African Boerboel, also known as a South African Mastiff.  Tiny very much liked his puppy massage.  His paws nearly the size of my hands.

Soon we were off on our island adventure.  We were given a face mask to protect us from the dust so we could “breathe”.  Hmmm—

We took off bouncing out of the lot, our first road paved, then quickly darting off onto the dirt washboard.   Soon we were climbing up the hills, bouncing over rocks.  Views of the aqua colored ocean water brushing against the lava rock, quickly appeared.  It was amazing!

The dust was flying—rocks were bouncing beneath—along the path we hopped.

The UTV had a roof, however, no sides.  I could feel the sun beating down on my legs.  Would I get sunburned?  Didn’t matter—  the views were worth every ounce of burn, dust or sweat.

Several of the paths took us up deep rocked hills, causing us to slow down a bit to maneuver the rocks.  Bouncing back and forth as we ascended.  We passed numerous large guided groups.  Covered in dirt and grime—face masks hiding their identities.  It was funny to see how filthy they were, yet enjoying themselves.

We ended our adventure back at the animal refuge.  Covered in dust and sweat, smiling with enjoyment for we had seen parts of the island we never would have without a guide.

Sometimes in life, you have to get a little dirty to get to the adventure.  It’s worth every dust particle to enjoy the view!   Who knows—you could even meet a friendly face named “Tiny”!