I’ve made a decision.
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It was a challenge, but I didn’t go onto Facebook or Twitter this past week during the day, and I was uber productive. I got to work on time, began a new workout program, cleaned off my desk at work, and returned some phone calls I had been putting off.
The proof is in the results: I was more productive in one week than I have been all November. I have to limit my social media interaction during the day.
I didn’t realize how addicted I was to being online!
This means if I don’t respond until after five, just know I’m not ignoring you.
This week I’m focusing on my new clarity:
The Broken Glass Theory
Faking it ’til I Feel It
I’m so not into Christmas. Last year was probably my worst experience with the holiday, and this year is beginning to mirror that debacle. I’m trying to get into the spirit by helping others, rather than pine for an iPad mini. Working with some bloggers and people in the community, I’ve decided to see if the advice to give back to others will make me feel any better. So far I’m really enjoying the feeling of giving rather than receiving.
Bootleg DVD Comes to Town
Despite the cold, a young man has been hustling bootleg DVD’s in front of my Wawa. Back in the day, I would have loved to purchase a copy of Skyfall, but not now. Bootleg DVD Man means soon I’ll have “Sock Man Fo’ for Fi'” and the Shopping Cart Lady who “jus’ need a few pennies” harassing me every time I go to buy coffee. By allowing this to be the norm, the next thing my neighborhood will allow is eye sores to go unreported. Since The Teen is perusing college and universities, I’m not a Michigan or Arizona resident, and I don’t have any rich relatives dying I have to continue to fight for my neighborhood. I can live a Broken Windows life. Or I can do like Malcolm Gladwell says and ‘tip’ it back to a community that doesn’t allow this type of foolishness. I admire anyone for a hustle, but I don’t want a hustles 250 feet from my house.
“If you are still talking about what you did yesterday, you haven’t done much today.”~Author Unknown
— Chasing Joy (@Chasing_Joy) December 7, 2012
While away, one of my in-laws said something that brought The Teen to tears. I was ready to jump in, out, and around this woman’s world but The Teen (after more tears and a nap) shrugged it off. I was amazed at her maturity! I continue to nurse grudges and ill will to people who have done me wrong, and some days it consumes me. The Teen showed what grace looks like, and back pat for awesome parenting aside, I can see that I raised a lady. The Teen was the bigger person despite a three generation age difference. The Teen did hand this person a couple of drinks and while I’m not too sure if it was Shug Avery Pee* free, I applaud her maturity and ability to let things go.
Rachmaninoff and The Beginning
I took The Boy to see Rachmaninoff at The Kimmel Center. I was moved to tears listening to the swell of music. The Boy was excited also, and he hung in until the last song, falling asleep against my arm. During the ride home he raved about the piano player, Denis Matsuev, and had a ton of questions about what we saw.
I am pleased that I could introduce my son to something I enjoyed as a kid.
The two concerts I have seen are the first for the new season of the music at the Kimmel Center. I’m taking this as a sign that I too need to embark on new beginnings. I don’t want to wait until December 31 to make a pledge for a new year, new me. I plan to already be into my new me.
* From The Color Purple when Celie spits into Mister’s father’s water.