Light the candles

I used to consider myself a pretty decent friend. I remembered everyone's birthday and I'd at least give them a call on their birthday to wish them a happy day. I always tried to make sure that my friend had a good day to remember on their birthdays. However, as I've gotten more involved in work, I've become more focused on my aspiration and forgotten that I had friends, I've become quite oblivious of the fact that my friends are still a large part of my life. This is a public apology to all of my friends for forgetting your birthday, whether it has passed or whether it is coming up.

This brings me to another thought. Why is it that the older we get, the less sensitive we get to the presence of others in our lives? We are always so involved in our own lives that we forget about the people around us, who care about us. I may actually just be speaking for myself, but I really feel that I have become insensitive to those around me. Its tough having to grow up and maintain the relationships you had before the real world slapped you in the face. In college, my idea of fun was just hanging out with friends, whether we were playing boardgames until 3am or on 6th street until 3am. Now, I'm lucky if I have the energy to even drag myself out of my room to meet up with friends for a drink. Maybe yoga may help...

Keep it together.

Anywhere you go, you'll run into a conflict. I've decided that it's human nature. There are just certain people who will never get along no matter the circumstance. It's just a matter of what action you choose to take regarding this conflict. When you're faced with an uncompromising opponent, you enter fight or flight mode and you have to choose your battles wisely. I've chosen to fight this battle. It seems lately that I've had many battles to fight and it's exhausting. I have to continue trying to keep it together and focus on the big picture. Anywhere I go, there will always be people who have ill-will towards me and if I continue allowing them to bog me down, then I will get nowhere.

New endeavors.

I got a job! I can't believe it. It's actually happening. I am actually living my life for myself for a change! I am super-uber-duber excited about starting on Monday even though it has absolutely no relevance to my degree and experience. I start at the bottom of the line [sales], but ultimately, I want to become a buyer for Neiman Marcus. Yay for me! So many things I want to buy... :-D

Where, oh where...

On my way home from work today, I recieved great news from my former college roommate.

You see, exactly three weeks ago today, a small black puppy wandered up to my front door and scampered right through as soon as I cracked the door open. She was tiny, precious and hungry. I didn't have any dog food, so we had to just feed her human food. I took her to get vaccinated, fed her, played with her when I had time, and named her Phoebe. My mom wouldn't let her inside the house, so I had no choice but to leave her outside in a small sitting area my dad built. I wanted to keep her so much, but knew I couldn't provide her with the best home. So my friend suggested I surrendered her to the SPCA where she could find a real home with people who would care for her properly and love her for years to come. This brings us back to the good news...

My friend called me to let me know that she was able to save a kennel for Phoebe at the SPCA and that we could bring her in tomorrow! I was exstatic! Since she volunteers there everyday, I wouldn't worry about Phoebe being neglected or mistreated. But when I got home to tell Phoebe the great news, she was nowhere to be found. She typically runs out the fence to take care of doggy business and comes back to eat, sleep, and play, but today she didn't come back.

On my drive home, I contemplating dedicating an entry to her. I wanted to introduce you to her and share the good news to everyone. However, sadly, there is no good news today. I hope Phoebe comes back.