I really don’t think that I’m someone who is easily offended.
I am generally able to let things slide off my back and accept that sometimes things are said in a moment that aren’t a true reflection of a person’s opinion or feelings toward me.
I also always try to look for the best in people, and I am so aware of how my words and actions affect others, almost to a fault. I will bend over backwards to apologize and accommodate if I think that I’ve hurt someone. I don’t feel it’s my business to get involved in someone else’s personal decisions or business without being explicitly asked.
Of course, everyone will have a different opinion on the matter–that’s your right.
However, every once in a while something happens, and I have trouble letting go.
Every so often something is said that attacks something that I feel is deeply personal. Something that I believe that no one should have a right to get involved with or poke at, regardless of who you are.
Today was one of those days. I felt small.
I felt like I was less than this person, because of choices I’ve made.
Choices that were carefully considered, thought out and made because I knew they were right for me.
I tried to let it roll off my back–I know that it wasn’t done maliciously, but at the same time I felt like it was completely insensitive. A tiny jab that felt like an enormous cut.
Maybe I’m just overly sensitive; maybe I’m just having one of “those” days.
Or maybe I’m right.
So now I’m faced with the hardest decision of all: do I say something, or just let go?
I woke up with a sore throat on Friday, and I basically showered in Vitamin C to try and make it go away… but by Saturday night it was a full blown chest cold. It was so bad that I seriously considered giving up my concert ticket so that I could stay home and go to bed.
…thankfully, no one accepted.
I bought the Hubster tickets to see CCR (Creedence Clearwater Revisted) for his birthday this year, and the concert was on Saturday night. I was seriously doubting my ability to survive the concert before we left, but I am so glad that I went!
Best. Concert. Ever.
Seriously.
I don’t care how old the band is, or how old the majority of the concert go-ers were. They were phenomenal. The band was hilarious, and they sound SO much better live! By the end of the night most people were on their feet or dancing in their seats and the whole room was singing along. I haven’t felt that much energy at a concert in ages!
SO fun.
…but then I paid for it yesterday.
I spent almost the entire day in bed coughing up a lung and blowing my nose. I’ve already been through two boxes of kleenex, and my whole body aches. I went to work today, and while I survived the day, I basically melted when I got home.
*sigh*
In any case, all this time spent in bed has given me a lot of time to reflect on a few things. For starters, my blogging record has been less than stellar for the last few weeks. My leisure time in the evenings has almost completely disappeared since we moved into our house for a couple of reasons…
When we lived in our tiny apartment our lives were very… simple. Happy, but simple. We went to work, came home, made dinner and hung out together working in our office or watching TV. Once in a while we had people over, but our apartment was so small I often felt like it was crowded even just adding one more person into the mix.
Out home has been a completely different story. There is constantly someone here visiting–friends, neighbours and family have popped in for a visit or to help around the house on an almost daily basis and I love it. As I write The Hubster is downstairs watching the hockey game with one of our neighbours… it’s been so fun to have so many visitors coming by to see us!
Also, there is always something to do around here. If it’s not one of the daily chores, there are boxes to unpack, lawns to cut, gardens to plant, things to organize, etc, etc, etc. My “free time” in the evenings has disappeared somewhat–when I see the Hubster working so hard on our home I feel bad plopping down in front of the computer. I know things will slow down eventually, but we seem to be in work mode for the moment. :)
And then there’s this wretched sickness–how on earth did I manage to get a death cold on my last week of work before the summer?
Worst timing EVER.
Anyway. My head feels fuzzy and I think it’s time to crawl back under my covers. I’m still debating work tomorrow, I think I’ll see what the morning brings.
Sweet dreams, loves! Hope you’re feeling better than I am…
So, I realized I totally failed on two counts yesterday.
First, the second post that I had planned to write didn’t happen. Falling asleep on the couch did.
Second, yesterday was the first Thursday of the month, which means I should have debuted Dress #3 for you. Sadly, I was just too tired to put it on write anything that would make any kind of sense and it just didn’t happen.
Then I planned to write it today… and failed there too. *sigh*
Tomorrow, my lovelies.
Today I spent time organizing my kitchen and unpacking my office, while finally catching up on some of my shows. Between my course and the move I’m almost a month behind in everything.
(Addisam broke up!? Kurt is back at McKinnley?)
And now, I feel like I have so much that I want to tell you, but I can barely keep my eyes open. I hope to finish my desk tomorrow so that I’ll have my writing space back.
Then I can tell you all about our lovely quirky house, complete with birds in my kitchen.
But for now, my bed awaits. It’s been a long, busy week and I am so excited for two days off! I think I may explore my backyard and dream about my garden tomorrow…
Took a load of food and clothes to the new house, along with dinner for the Hubster and his friends there helping.
Organized the boxes already at the house.
Picked up a parcel at Shoppers Drug Mart.
Bought more cleaning supplies at Dollarama.
Packed the rest of my dry food.
Packed all my dishes.
Cleaned my fridge.
Cleaned my oven. (attempt #1)
…and now I wait for the cleaner to work its magic a second time.
I am so excited to have a house… but I am beyond excited to actually get to the part where we’re living in it.
We’re so tired. The Hubster has been working non-stop. Tonight he is installing ceiling fans into our upstairs bedrooms as our house is weird and has no overhead lighting.
