Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful...
LIstening to the Great Gatsby soundtrack. Love it!
Comcast is pissing me off something fierce. I constantly have to reset my router. It isn't so easy to just take off of work to be here in their window to have someone come out. GRRR!!
I'm sitting at my little kitchen island drinking my coffee and eating my very unhealthy addiction (pop tart, at least it is Trader Joes and organic and whole grain and all that shit, but still). I really need to start exercising and eating better. REALLY!!
Have I learned to be cynical...? There is homeless woman and a homeless vet that beg for food outside Trader Joes. My heart wrestles with grabbing them a sandwich or some fruit or anything really and giving it to them. I wonder if they would scoff at the offer hoping for money for booze or drugs. I wonder as I think these thoughts if that is fair. Who am I to know what their life has been like? But then thinking I need to take care of me and mine kicks in and I look away in shame and drive past. What kind of person does this make me? My intuition doesn't have an answer for this one. I struggle with it each time I see them. Another part of me wonders about their story, if I could help in some other way. I have considered saying come have a coffee and a snack at Starbucks and we will talk. I have the gift of talk therapy and I am desperate to share it. DESPERATE. I am just on the brink of beginning my career and I am standing at the gate like a prize winning racehorse burning to be released onto the track. What do you (any of my readers on here) think do about homeless people begging for food? There are shelters and soup kitchens and state assitance... I know that certainly does not always cut it, BUT is it really food they want or something else? My heart wants to make them lots of food or to share whatever I have and then my head stops me.
Ok time to work.
Comcast is pissing me off something fierce. I constantly have to reset my router. It isn't so easy to just take off of work to be here in their window to have someone come out. GRRR!!
I'm sitting at my little kitchen island drinking my coffee and eating my very unhealthy addiction (pop tart, at least it is Trader Joes and organic and whole grain and all that shit, but still). I really need to start exercising and eating better. REALLY!!
Have I learned to be cynical...? There is homeless woman and a homeless vet that beg for food outside Trader Joes. My heart wrestles with grabbing them a sandwich or some fruit or anything really and giving it to them. I wonder if they would scoff at the offer hoping for money for booze or drugs. I wonder as I think these thoughts if that is fair. Who am I to know what their life has been like? But then thinking I need to take care of me and mine kicks in and I look away in shame and drive past. What kind of person does this make me? My intuition doesn't have an answer for this one. I struggle with it each time I see them. Another part of me wonders about their story, if I could help in some other way. I have considered saying come have a coffee and a snack at Starbucks and we will talk. I have the gift of talk therapy and I am desperate to share it. DESPERATE. I am just on the brink of beginning my career and I am standing at the gate like a prize winning racehorse burning to be released onto the track. What do you (any of my readers on here) think do about homeless people begging for food? There are shelters and soup kitchens and state assitance... I know that certainly does not always cut it, BUT is it really food they want or something else? My heart wants to make them lots of food or to share whatever I have and then my head stops me.
Ok time to work.