Daily Prompt: Just Another Day – Our days our organized around numerous small actions we repeat over and over. What’s your favorite daily ritual?
What conflict resolution should look like:
What my style of conflict resolution looks like:
Haha, well, not exactly but here’s one of those cool graphic presentations by Jeff Muir illustrating conflict and the Conflict Resolution Model:
Daily Prompt: Because the Night – Are you a night owl or are you the early bird? What’s your most productive time of day? When do you do your best work?
Shh… we’re having quiet time. Quiet time is something we developed in our household for times when we parents elect quiet time for the kiddos instead of naps so the kiddos can be put to bed earlier. The kids love it because that means they can watch a movie, do a puzzle, or read a book instead of taking naps. We parents love it because that means more quiet time for us at night.
When we’re not committed to going anywhere or doing anything, I prefer quiet Saturday nights lazying around in my recliner on my iPad or laptop while the hubby watches TV. That’s my idea of a perfect Saturday night.
The past few weekends, including this one, have been far from quiet. I’m already looking forward to quiet time and the weekend has only just begun…
Oh this is easy
Junk food junkie in me
I’m Queen of the junk food
Feeding my mood
Lover of ono kine grindz, you see?
Be it salty or sweet
Or jerkied meat
Chocolate is tops
Add salt and time stops
If it’s chewy I admit defeat.
Chips, arare, junk food from fairs
Brownie corners, Jelly Bellys
Scotchmallows from See’s
At 16, I wanted to become an architect or graphic designer. I became neither.
What I become (in chronological order):
- At 23: photography assistant (short stint)
- At 24: high school English and Technical Science Special Education teacher (very short stint) and Substance Abuse Technician (short stint)
- At 25: Licensed Massage Therapist – still current
- At 27: Speech-Language Pathologist – still current
- At 34: Rehab Services Manager (ended due to relocation)
- At 35: Outpatient Rehab Manager/Speech-Language Pathologist (currently resigned but still provide consultation/mentoring)
Currently (at 38), I am in the process of pursuing my Nursing Home Administrator’s (NHA) license. At 16, I never even heard of an NHA, let alone a Licensed Massage Therapist (LMT) or a Speech-Language Pathologist (SLP). Yet, besides being a Mother, being an LMT and SLP (and pursuing my NHA) is what makes me and defines me. Who knew this would be the path I’d pursue?
Like my 16-year-old self, I still very much enjoy architecture and graphic design. And although, occasionally, my current self wonders what my life would’ve been like had I pursued those fields, my current self is also still very much satisfied with and proud about where I am… and what I’ve done… and who I’ve become. 16 was a long time ago and look where I’m at! I wonder where I’ll be in another 20+ years…?
Earlier today, I started composing my “M” post for the A to Z Challenge. Long story (kinda) short, I decided to change my “m is for my many mom modes” post to “m is for (sexy) meraki mom” to document this afternoon’s events and tie in with today’s Daily Prompt of my idea of “sexy.”
I ended up taking a co-worker and dear friend over to Urgent Care due to heaviness in the chest, numb cheeks/lips, numb hands, and elevated blood pressure. After a few pep talks (social support), a neck massage (physical relief), taking her outside to sit on the grass under a tree and soak up some rays (change of scenery), multiple blood pressure checks (symptom evaluation), stroke assessment (to rule out CVA), buying her water and some aspirin to take just in case it was a minor TIA/CVA (hydration and blood thinner), and texting her husband, I consulted with some other co-workers and I decided to take her in to seek medical advice just to be on the safe side (against her full consent, although I’ve known her for 3-1/2 years and I know she was just trying to be strong… and stubborn). Turns out, it was possibly just anxiety, although both my friend and I are not totally convinced of the diagnosis.
meraki = sexy
Meraki essentially is putting all of yourself into whatever you choose to do. I’ve been called “intense” many times before. I don’t see myself as intense, per se, but I may come off as intense because I practice meraki. Today during my friend’s episode, I pulled together my many hats (friend, former boss, Speech-Language Pathologist, Licensed Massage Therapist, Mom, etc.) and took action. I can say with 100% certainty that my confidence as a person has exponentially grown since becoming a Mom. When I am in this mode, I feel “sexy.”
To me, “sexy” doesn’t have anything to do with clothes or body shape or how one moves. Sexy has everything to do with confidence. And strength. And totally immersing oneself into something that makes all time and space and environment disappear.
sexy = meraki + mom = me… but don’t call me “sexy” unless you wanna get punched
However, unlike the algebraic transitive property of equality, sexy does NOT equal Liane, nor does Liane equal sexy. Don’t call me “sexy” unless you wanna get punched. Really.
- A to Z Challenge: M
- Daily Prompt: You Sexy Thing – Tell us about your best confidence outfit. Don’t leave out the shoes or the perfect accessories.