Not Asking For Much...

     With all this talk about sexual harassment, you must've known it would only be a certain amount of time before I chimed in about the topic, dear readers...
     I've been catcalled before, but that's about as close as I come, somebody yelling out their window at me...What happens to other women and men too, simply must end. The groping, about to grope/posing for pictures, sexually suggestive comments, all of it. I applaud those that have chosen to find their voice in this battle, unfortunately, it is far from over. Maybe if there was a conscious effort on the accused parts to not do so, but the fact of the matter is there are sick men and women that need help, and I do hope they get it.
     Am I saying that wo/men need to change the way they dress? No. It's not their fault there are some major pervs out there. I will note though that the people just raunchily exposing themselves for the sake of being raunchy on twitter, are indeed gross to see scrolling through my newsfeed, I do try to cut down on that by blocking things whenever possible though.
     I am, however; concerned that sexual harassment is all anyone sees in the news today, either that or some massacre. I want, if possible, people to focus on the good that is in the world. See the kind deeds done on a daily basis. No, there is no need to report back to me the good you've done, that loses the random act of kindness bit, but just to one day hope that some mere stranger will show you the same kindness.
     I believe that my having CP has allowed me to be able to bring out the best in others 99.9% of the time, needing an extra hand, or arm to lean on every now and again, gives me a hopeful perspective on life. I also feel that if everyone would just put an arm out every so often, they may get an arm some day. Remember to ask if the person needs help in most cases though, thereby empowering that specific individual, instead of them feeling weak afterwards.   

Looking Up?

When last we spoke dear readers, I was terrified, to say the least...Now I bring news of hope...


I- have a temp job...For at least a month, as long as I don't screw it up, which I'm sure I'll put my best foot forward, and at least have a pleasant time, while searching for something more in my area of study that I did. I start, supposedly, as long as they don't call me back sooner and tell me not to bother, bright and not too early at 9am tomorrow. It may not be what I wanted per say, but, let's face it, I do NEED money, so I figure why not till something better comes along?

Also, while forgetting my book in my car before setting foot in my therapist's office was tragic for the waiting room scene...They did bring up an interesting idea, a light box system, to help with the seasonal changes that can get a person down, even more. What do real users think? Do they notice a difference? It makes sense, like it should work, I'm just actually asking for opinions for once...

Switching to a completely different topic, I got my parking tags, I feel great, and of course, I used one once...so far, that is...

Spinning you around yet again in the never-ending circle that is a conversation with yours truly, I got my new set of Sloth Christmas cards!!! Get excited!!! I'm hoping 40 is enough, and that maybe the kind people at the local print store will have a deal if you buy your Christmas Letters and Christmas Card Address Labels from them? It could happen... Which brings me to, who else likes to sit down and write a letter to treasured friends and family about your year, and new developments for the next? I know I enjoy writing, and for those few friends and family that write a full letter back, I truly do love reading them as well...If you don't write one, maybe you could start this year? Just a thought? Maybe even a handwritten letter- a dying art...

Well readers, I feel like this has turned out to be a mish mosh of a post, hope you've enjoyed as always,till next time...

Feelin' Down...

     I know, I know, really upbeat title but the fact of the matter is, I am feeling a bit down, not suicidal or anything, just down...

     Like not even the thought of  a Zumba class with one of my best friends from my school days was enough to get me out of the house, even though I really needed to go, weighing in at approximately two hundred pounds give or take a few...

     My work contract is up Friday, and I have felt like I'd grown very comfortable and am going to GENUINELY miss everyone there that I have come into contact with there...As in I cried during my eval in front of my direct supervisor, and not a pretty cry, I mean the tears streaming down, snot involuntarily flowing, bubbling out, ugly crying...What makes it worse is that I have absolutely no job lined up for yours truly. So right now, I'm just worried about going through my savings quickly while waiting for callbacks.
    
     I'm the kind of person that likes being independent...As much as one can with mild CP and having had blood clots and bleeding on the brain, that did nothing for the already shaky body I inhabit.

     That brings me too, dimly lit parking lots with dark pavement at night are getting disorienting, and I can't afford to break anything so I'm starting to avoid certain activities, which is never good, and I know that it is as simple as admitting that I need a parking tag, but to someone who, like me has been SO independent as far as movement, and being able to do what I want, I  sniff the ever-wretched waft of defeat in the air. Does anyone else ever have that problem, being too damn stubborn to just get the tag, or whatever the tag is for you? Surely it can't be just me...

     I know it's been a while, but there's a start, trying to figure out the rest, for later blogs...