Ch..Ch..Ch.. Changes
As I've mentioned in previous posts, the only constant is change. It's wonderful to find meaningful quotes and apply it to one's life. But one thing I failed to realize when I snagged that quote... with change comes adjustment.
Adjustment can take on many different meanings, but I felt the definitions I found on m-w.com were very apropos:
1 : to adapt or conform oneself (as to new conditions)
2 : to achieve mental and behavioral balance between one's own needs and the demands of others
This year, particularly the past few months, have proven to be very full of changes and adjustment. Changing jobs/career, new/long-term relationship, seeing best friend head down the marriage aisle, yadda yadda yadda.
I'm still adjusting to the job. At this exact moment, I'm in Ft. Lauderdale, typing this post in my hotel room, with Larry King on the tele (Hugh & 3 girlfriends are guests), and I can hear the voice of my hotel neighbor through the connecting door. No one from my company is currently here with me on this trip to the client. I'm hoping to hear from a co-worker on the items he should have completed before I headed out on this trip. I understand he's been through a lot, but it's very frustrating to know I'm on track to finishing my testing earlier and I can go home, but I may be held up because of him. If I don't get home on Thursday, I'll have to take the Friday flight, arrive in the afternoon, miss seeing the Beau for the weekend (he's out of town) and head out on an early flight to Chicago on Sunday morning. Translation: I won't be seeing the Beau for TWO FUCKING WEEKS if I don't arrive home early. It would be very nice to see the Beau before heading out on another week out of town. The only comfort of this 2-week run of travel is knowing I will be seeing Elle! Yes... I'm having a pity party.
The relationship with the Beau is as wonderful as ever. We are very active together (just joined gym & did yoga class), made Thanksgiving Dinner for our families (I only had a couple pre-dinner mental breakdowns; my mom-related, not the beau), and he's moving in. Jes, I will be living in sin. My family's response was very non-commental; they know I'm going to do what I want with my life and (thankfully) they still accept me as I am. Not once did they ask if/when we would be getting married. I guess a lesson was learned from the first marriage. Friends, on the other hand, make me laugh :-) Elle says I'm the next one down the aisle and we should do Vegas or a cool island; I would let her do the planning if that were the case since her Maui wedding was ABSOLUTELY perfect! A couple of the Beau's friends refer to me as his "future wife". Those friends of his are married - does misery like company? Just kidding! We haven't even talked of marriage and I like it that way. It's just nice to be with someone and just BE.
And the best has been saved for last... Miss Elle's wedding! As mentioned earlier, Elle's wedding was absolutely perfect! I feel lucky to have been invited to be a part of their wedding as the maid of honor. I'm truly happy that Elle has found someone who makes her feel special and will take care of her... because she deserves the BEST! I was quite nervous about the "big speech" during the reception. Especially after the best man told me 2 nights earlier, during a sushi dinner, that his speech would be amazing because he was an English major and he felt sorry that I had to follow him with my speech because it would pale in comparison. I couldn't tell whether he was joking, serious, or doing the ol' false bravado thing. The nervousness, cold medicine (yes, I got sick while in Maui), emotion of the day (didn't cry during ceremony, so it was bottled up) and the best man's prediction left me pretty rattled. When it was my turn to express how wonderful Miss Elle was... I cracked and became a blubbering crying mess. That was the moment Miss Elle came to my rescue and stood by me... even though it was HER day! It's moments like those that echo how wonderful Elle is and why she deserves all the happiness in the world :-)
Here's to you Elle!
It's kind of funny, I was feeling pretty sorry for myself just now and after reviewing all the changes that have occurred this year... I feel better. I've transitioned through a lot of changes this past year and I'm still here, happy and accepting things as they come. Perhaps this is the adaptation or conforming process that comes with adjusting. I'll say the good times definitely make up for being lost in Las Vegas trying to find the damn hotel in the stupid non-navigation system car and the damn hotel staff doesn't pick up the phone when I call trying to find the hotel. No... I'm not bitter or anything ;-) Let's just say I'm learning A LOT during my travels. This has been good for me; definitely breaking me out of my potato shell :-) Just went through my first toll booth yesterday and have a related interesting story....
Story (rambling because I can & I haven't posted in a MILLION YEARS!!)
So, I left the client's office yesterday and headed back to the hotel. As this car has a pretty cool navigation system, I thought I'd be home free in finding my way safely back to the hotel ~ 23 miles away. Not the case when the nav system tells me to stay to the left and then take the exit on the right. If I stay to the left how am I supposed to get over fast enough to take the exit on the right? So I figured the nav system meant something else and took the next right exit. BAD IDEA. I pull up to what looks like a toll booth; after all, I had just passed through a toll booth that morning and my co-worker told me I would be passing through a toll booth on the way back from the client's. It struck me as odd that a price for cars was not mentioned anywhere - $1 or more? Tell me how much and I'll have it ready. The line took forever and as the car in front of me was going through, I paid attention to what the attendant asked for... money was not involved in this "toll booth". Why did the person in front of me hand the attendant his passport? Maybe he didn't have his DL? When it was my turn, I had my driver's license ready as the attendant asked me why I wanted to be let through. I told her I was headed to my hotel and pointed to the navigation system. She informed me there are no hotels beyond and made an announcement that I would be taking a U-turn. She informed me to turn around. Yes, I had gotten lost (with a nav system) and tried to get through the Port Authority thinking it was a damn toll booth. WHEW! After backtracking, I made it safely back to the hotel. Pretty interesting.... Let's just say I made it back to the hotel today without getting lost; even when the torrential sheets of rain berated the car. Yes, I'm pretty sure I'd never want to live here.
Adjustment can take on many different meanings, but I felt the definitions I found on m-w.com were very apropos:
1 : to adapt or conform oneself (as to new conditions)
2 : to achieve mental and behavioral balance between one's own needs and the demands of others
This year, particularly the past few months, have proven to be very full of changes and adjustment. Changing jobs/career, new/long-term relationship, seeing best friend head down the marriage aisle, yadda yadda yadda.
I'm still adjusting to the job. At this exact moment, I'm in Ft. Lauderdale, typing this post in my hotel room, with Larry King on the tele (Hugh & 3 girlfriends are guests), and I can hear the voice of my hotel neighbor through the connecting door. No one from my company is currently here with me on this trip to the client. I'm hoping to hear from a co-worker on the items he should have completed before I headed out on this trip. I understand he's been through a lot, but it's very frustrating to know I'm on track to finishing my testing earlier and I can go home, but I may be held up because of him. If I don't get home on Thursday, I'll have to take the Friday flight, arrive in the afternoon, miss seeing the Beau for the weekend (he's out of town) and head out on an early flight to Chicago on Sunday morning. Translation: I won't be seeing the Beau for TWO FUCKING WEEKS if I don't arrive home early. It would be very nice to see the Beau before heading out on another week out of town. The only comfort of this 2-week run of travel is knowing I will be seeing Elle! Yes... I'm having a pity party.
The relationship with the Beau is as wonderful as ever. We are very active together (just joined gym & did yoga class), made Thanksgiving Dinner for our families (I only had a couple pre-dinner mental breakdowns; my mom-related, not the beau), and he's moving in. Jes, I will be living in sin. My family's response was very non-commental; they know I'm going to do what I want with my life and (thankfully) they still accept me as I am. Not once did they ask if/when we would be getting married. I guess a lesson was learned from the first marriage. Friends, on the other hand, make me laugh :-) Elle says I'm the next one down the aisle and we should do Vegas or a cool island; I would let her do the planning if that were the case since her Maui wedding was ABSOLUTELY perfect! A couple of the Beau's friends refer to me as his "future wife". Those friends of his are married - does misery like company? Just kidding! We haven't even talked of marriage and I like it that way. It's just nice to be with someone and just BE.
And the best has been saved for last... Miss Elle's wedding! As mentioned earlier, Elle's wedding was absolutely perfect! I feel lucky to have been invited to be a part of their wedding as the maid of honor. I'm truly happy that Elle has found someone who makes her feel special and will take care of her... because she deserves the BEST! I was quite nervous about the "big speech" during the reception. Especially after the best man told me 2 nights earlier, during a sushi dinner, that his speech would be amazing because he was an English major and he felt sorry that I had to follow him with my speech because it would pale in comparison. I couldn't tell whether he was joking, serious, or doing the ol' false bravado thing. The nervousness, cold medicine (yes, I got sick while in Maui), emotion of the day (didn't cry during ceremony, so it was bottled up) and the best man's prediction left me pretty rattled. When it was my turn to express how wonderful Miss Elle was... I cracked and became a blubbering crying mess. That was the moment Miss Elle came to my rescue and stood by me... even though it was HER day! It's moments like those that echo how wonderful Elle is and why she deserves all the happiness in the world :-)
Here's to you Elle!
It's kind of funny, I was feeling pretty sorry for myself just now and after reviewing all the changes that have occurred this year... I feel better. I've transitioned through a lot of changes this past year and I'm still here, happy and accepting things as they come. Perhaps this is the adaptation or conforming process that comes with adjusting. I'll say the good times definitely make up for being lost in Las Vegas trying to find the damn hotel in the stupid non-navigation system car and the damn hotel staff doesn't pick up the phone when I call trying to find the hotel. No... I'm not bitter or anything ;-) Let's just say I'm learning A LOT during my travels. This has been good for me; definitely breaking me out of my potato shell :-) Just went through my first toll booth yesterday and have a related interesting story....
Story (rambling because I can & I haven't posted in a MILLION YEARS!!)
So, I left the client's office yesterday and headed back to the hotel. As this car has a pretty cool navigation system, I thought I'd be home free in finding my way safely back to the hotel ~ 23 miles away. Not the case when the nav system tells me to stay to the left and then take the exit on the right. If I stay to the left how am I supposed to get over fast enough to take the exit on the right? So I figured the nav system meant something else and took the next right exit. BAD IDEA. I pull up to what looks like a toll booth; after all, I had just passed through a toll booth that morning and my co-worker told me I would be passing through a toll booth on the way back from the client's. It struck me as odd that a price for cars was not mentioned anywhere - $1 or more? Tell me how much and I'll have it ready. The line took forever and as the car in front of me was going through, I paid attention to what the attendant asked for... money was not involved in this "toll booth". Why did the person in front of me hand the attendant his passport? Maybe he didn't have his DL? When it was my turn, I had my driver's license ready as the attendant asked me why I wanted to be let through. I told her I was headed to my hotel and pointed to the navigation system. She informed me there are no hotels beyond and made an announcement that I would be taking a U-turn. She informed me to turn around. Yes, I had gotten lost (with a nav system) and tried to get through the Port Authority thinking it was a damn toll booth. WHEW! After backtracking, I made it safely back to the hotel. Pretty interesting.... Let's just say I made it back to the hotel today without getting lost; even when the torrential sheets of rain berated the car. Yes, I'm pretty sure I'd never want to live here.
