Monday, April 23, 2012

And other crazy definitions...

"Hold on one minute, I think we got off on the wrong foot," urges a man I am pretty sure is mildly crazy.  He strolled into the eating establishment I was entertaining with balloon animals.  Struck a conversation with me as if he knew me. Apparently he was having a bad day. Something about poor service at the first restaurant he visited.

A skeptically raised eyebrow from me was encouragement enough. "No, see, I am actually super funny. One of the coolest people in the world.  Just look at me--I showered today."

Sometimes I need a sign like this to remember what is really cool. Like dogs wearing sunglasses.
Or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches at the moment I crave them most. 

Watching penguins hang out. 

Or getting dressed for work in record time and still looking effortlessly awesome. And of course, showering.

"This old thing? I only wear it when I don't care how I look."

And of course, if you like those things too (or perhaps accomplished some of them today), just take it as a sign that you, too, are cool.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Time For A Crazy Change

I am very familiar with crazy--both the people and the situational variety.  Just last week I had a mom scream at me, "You shouldn't be working with children!" because her child didn't get face painted. I got bitten on the arm at a restaurant on a first date and had to pay for both meals.  My brother listens to deathcore and sings--I mean  screams-- along. Oh, and my dog thinks she is a person.

All that being said, my definition of crazy tends to be pretty intense. Exhausting.  Frustrating. Daily.  It mostly comes from my circus job.  Something about the loudness of small children, being at least 20 people deep in line, the unpredictability of parents, and battling the elements just hits my bloodstream like a shot of adrenaline.
So when the receptionist I was shadowing for my new job at a spa exclaimed, "Today is just going to be CRAZY!"  I braced myself the impact....that never came.

Sure there were a decent number of appointments.  Sure there are a lot of duties and endless laundry to fold. But there wasn't a rush. We weren't 5 people deep with all the phone lines ringing while the rest of the staff ran towels and the tea light candles singed the silk plants.  It was a steady, non-stressful pace.

It was a great sign for change.  This time, it was a definition change. A time to reset the limits.

Maybe my definition of crazy was, in fact, crazy. Accepting something so insanely out of balance could only send the rest of my life a little off kilter. (Sometimes it is hard to recognize that, though.  We like to think that if we fight long and hard enough, things will always get easier. Unfortunately, this isn't always true.) If this is my new definition of crazy, my quality of life is about to go way up. Crazy I didn't recognize this before...

At the end of the day, the receptionist turned to me and sincerely asked, "Wasn't that just crazy?" Something about the New Age music and the fact that I could still feel my feet made me smile. "Sure was."

Wednesday, April 4, 2012


Who doesn't love blueberries? They are the ultimate snack, poptart flavor, cheesecake accessory, and antioxidant.

So naturally I grabbed them to go with my lunch as I left this morning.  There was about half of the carton left.

I went about my day, with my lunch, folders, sweater, and blueberries in my purse. Until lunch time.

See, lunch time rolled around and I reached for my super fruit, but they were no where to be found. Somehow a half a carton of blueberries escaped my purse.

It made me realize that sometimes you only have things for a limited period of time. Sometimes they weren't yours to hold or enjoy in the long run.  And sometimes they leave a mess behind (imagine 100+ blueberries rolling on the floor somewhere!!).

It doesn't mean it is the last time you will ever enjoy blueberries again.  It just means it wasn't the right time for you to have them right now.

This leaves you will two choices.

1.  Retrace your steps to find the mess of blueberries in your past.


2. Take steps towards the fruit in your future.

Because it seems pretty apparent to me that opportunities--and blueberries--aren't lengthy visitors.