Cold calling, or An Introduction
Among the things in this world that I find mildly distasteful - as opposed to wholly distasteful or just in bad taste or poor taste… and to a Southern Woman, there is a subtle difference - “work idioms” and “pop psychology” fall within this category. And yet it is terribly unfortunate that these things pop in and out of my life and fall out of my mouth with such regularity that I often am disappointed with myself.
Would you rather be right or be happy?
As someone who works in the legal profession, I constantly want to be both. I’m sure it was written in the stars that when I married my legal eagle husband a little over a year ago that we would have arguments of this nature constantly.
You know what we argued about last night? Whether to send our kids to the more prestigious school or the school that offered the most money.
We can’t even get our dog into obedience classes and we’re fussing at each other over financial aid and student debt for beings that aren’t even twinkles in our eyes.
For the record, I still think we should send the kid to the school that offers them the most money. And, yes, I still think I’m right.
Get with the program.
I dare to think of the programs I’m not a part of. I work full-time. I teach Sunday School. I’m on an adviser council to a Greek organization at a local university. I’ve been a charity terrorist for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. I’m about to be another for the MS150. I’ve signed up to help out with fundraising for an animal rescue group.
The only program I’m really not a part of is the “No, I can’t do that right now” program.
I hear it’s an exclusive club. If you get an invitation, would you pass it along to me?
You need closure.
This one is closely associated with “build a bridge and get over it.”
My father taught me long ago about the difference between “need” and “want.” He would tell me that I need food. I need air. I need clothes (lest I want to be arrested or the “need” arises).
What I really need is a good, strong margarita.
The bottom line.
LJ Idol is a competition that, in its own strange way, frightens me. By nature, I am a fairly private person. I don’t divulge too many stories about myself in my real life. I observe and tell stories that make people laugh. I gossip and chat away. I curl up on the couch and read. I watch trashy reality television and talk about the personalities like I was actually friends with them. But in this microcosm of the internet, I have to dig within myself and face these fears. I believe that to write is to bleed on the page. As one of my favorite authors wrote, "No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close."
Here’s hoping you stay close to the edge with me this season.
Would you rather be right or be happy?
As someone who works in the legal profession, I constantly want to be both. I’m sure it was written in the stars that when I married my legal eagle husband a little over a year ago that we would have arguments of this nature constantly.
You know what we argued about last night? Whether to send our kids to the more prestigious school or the school that offered the most money.
We can’t even get our dog into obedience classes and we’re fussing at each other over financial aid and student debt for beings that aren’t even twinkles in our eyes.
For the record, I still think we should send the kid to the school that offers them the most money. And, yes, I still think I’m right.
Get with the program.
I dare to think of the programs I’m not a part of. I work full-time. I teach Sunday School. I’m on an adviser council to a Greek organization at a local university. I’ve been a charity terrorist for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. I’m about to be another for the MS150. I’ve signed up to help out with fundraising for an animal rescue group.
The only program I’m really not a part of is the “No, I can’t do that right now” program.
I hear it’s an exclusive club. If you get an invitation, would you pass it along to me?
You need closure.
This one is closely associated with “build a bridge and get over it.”
My father taught me long ago about the difference between “need” and “want.” He would tell me that I need food. I need air. I need clothes (lest I want to be arrested or the “need” arises).
What I really need is a good, strong margarita.
The bottom line.
LJ Idol is a competition that, in its own strange way, frightens me. By nature, I am a fairly private person. I don’t divulge too many stories about myself in my real life. I observe and tell stories that make people laugh. I gossip and chat away. I curl up on the couch and read. I watch trashy reality television and talk about the personalities like I was actually friends with them. But in this microcosm of the internet, I have to dig within myself and face these fears. I believe that to write is to bleed on the page. As one of my favorite authors wrote, "No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close."
Here’s hoping you stay close to the edge with me this season.