Posts Tagged ‘terminally unhappy’

12
Jun

Got an App for that?

App-for-that

I was crying the other day over how silly I felt for believing that if I treated someone with love and respect that I would receive the same in return. After listening intently to my woes, one of my closest girlfriends replied, “men are stupid. Do you think they have an App for that?” I cried laughing.

Sometimes all it takes is a listening ear and some straight talk from a true loved one to snap you out of a funk.

07
Jun

Robin DaHood

FoodDriveSometimes I can’t help but laugh at some of the crazy things that I encounter in life, but this one…I’m caught between laughing, crying, and just being speechless beyond both.

Recently some colleagues and I were brainstorming about ways to give back to the local community throughout the year. We already had seasonal events that we collectively supported like Lawyers Have Heart charitable marathon and Angel Tree, but we wanted to figure out how we could make more of an impact on our local community throughout the year. We knew that folks tended to be most charitable around the holidays spanning from Thanksgiving to Christmas when all of the ‘tis the season holiday cheer makes everyone more conscious of others less fortunate. But, the reality is that folks are in need of help all year long, and we needed to expand our efforts. So, we decided that we’d support our community by pairing with an organization to do a mid-year food drive.

A few of us gathered during our lunch hour to artfully decorate five donation bins with clever slogans like “Can up! Let’s End Hunger Together” and “Always Thanksgiving, because people are hungry all year.” It was a proud moment seeing folks come together for such a worthy common cause. Almost made me want to hold hands and start singing Kumbaya. So, filled with optimism about all of the good we’d accomplish, we placed the bins strategically throughout the firm in the kitchenette areas on each floor and waited for the cup to runneth over. Little did we know that somewhere lurking in the halls of the firm was some straight foolishness waiting to to feed off of our efforts.

A week later, I sat down with a colleague to lament over what appeared to be a lack of donations in our bins and learned something so unbelievable that all I could do was sit there with my mouth wide open. My colleague shared with me that there was one amongst us, another employee, that has taken to doing her grocery shopping from the collection bins.

First, I tried to rationalize what might make a person do such a thing. Remember the episode on Good Times when the Evans Family thought their poor neighbor had offered them a meatloaf made from dog food? Well, perhaps this was the same kind of situation. Maybe she herself was struggling and in need…maybe she was hungry…maybe she….no, no, no.

My colleague belabored my ears with tale after tale of this employee and her antics throughout the firm. Apparently, this woman has a reputation of

06
Jun

Bedtime Wars

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When I was younger, I would hold on to these words of advice as if they were the answer to my happily ever after. Too often, I would push aside my wounded emotions and crawl under the covers with a smile on my face and tears in my heart. While I was nurturing peace in my relationship, I was waging war in my spirit. By pushing aside my feelings for the sake of peace and a “good night’s sleep,” I was allowing my own feelings to be devalued.

As I’ve seasoned in life, I’ve learned that I also have to be true to me. The key to a happy marriage doesn’t start and stop at the bedroom door, so why pretend as if the answer lies somewhere between the tangled sheets? Besides I have yet to learn how to sleep peacefully after the one I vowed to love, honor, and cherish just threw a verbal barb that cut me down to the white meat.

Instead I build a fortress of pillows down the middle of the bed, put on my flannel armor, and lull myself to sleep with episodes of Snapped and pray that I don’t do just that. So, if this means that I go to bed angry…so be it.

20
Jun

Prescription for Happiness

Have you ever met someone who was terminally unhappy?

Whenever you ask “how are you?” they rattle off a litany of ailments – my neck, my back…my neck and my back!

They’re always complaining about the husband/wife that just can’t get right,

Or someone at work that gets them to cursing like a sailor (ok…that’s me).

They just can’t seem to see the positive in any situation, ever.

If you know someone like this (or you see that person in the mirror), I’ve got just the prescription for you:

Laugh until you cry, or cry until you laugh

Something as simple as a side-splitting laugh or an ugly cry can be just what the doctor ordered to cure you of terminal unhappiness.

Whatever that “magic pill” is for you, decide today that you will be free of this ailment.

Don’t allow others to dictate how happy you can be

Put yourself in the driver’s seat of your life

And, have the last laugh