Tuesday, January 13, 2015

There is a bat in the trash.

When I pick Laithe up from school I always ask what his favorite thing from the day was. Yesterday he said "My favorite today is that there is a bat in the trash." His friend was throwing something away in the trash can and saw something moving. Laithe went over and looked and it was a bat! A real live bat. It was attempting to climb out of the trash can. The janitor came in and covered the trash can and then took it outside (to release the bat?). The story sounds ridiculous and I can't imagine a room full of 4-5 year olds with a live bat. You'd think it would be something the teacher would mention at pickup? After asking many specific details about the bat incident to verify the legitimacy of the story, it seemed true. I had to email his teacher about a conference and in closing remarked that Laithe had told me about a bat in her classroom. She responded and said yes, there was a bat but none of the children saw it. Hmmmm. He still swears he saw it and has given very specific details about the bat, as well as demonstrating what the bat looked like trying to climb out of the trashcan. His favorite thing today is saying "you're driving me batty." Har har har.

I'm looking into some freelance writing opportunities. I'm brushing up with creative writing exercises. Todays exercise is: Create a character with personality traits of someone you love, but the physical characteristics of someone you don't care for. I found it difficult to think of someone that I actually know who I don't care for. I ended up thinking of two people, oddly enough I know them both from the same place! Obviously I'm not going to post many details for fear that they would find out they are assholes. If I think back 10 years ago I could probably list many people that I didn't care for. I suppose one of the benefits of getting older is narrowing down your circle of friends, or even acquaintances. I have 3 very close friends where we currently live (as well as forever friends all over the country), then I have the group of people from my book club (who are all amazing & fun), and then I have acquaintances (from the gym, husbands work, etc). I feel like 99% of the people I see on a daily basis are really great people that are worth wearing out my introvert energy to interact with. Anyway, back to the assholes, who needs 'em? I try to have very limited interaction with these two people. I feel exhausted after spending any amount of time with them because they are difficult people. The bullshit is so high in these terse interactions, I feel like I spend my entire time forcing a smiling and pretending to believe them. The personality traits of these two combined would create the ultimate unlikable character. I can already see myself rooting for that antagonist to get squashed by a boulder.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Where do I go from here?

I haven't blogged in months and months and months. I have a good reason though, I had nothing to say.  Right now I feel like I'm at a crossroads. My big kid is going to be 5 on Wednesday and my little guy will be 2 later this month. I can see the turning point where I have to transition from being a stay at home mom to something more. If you asked my when I was 18 what I wanted to do with my life I would have told you I was going to be an English major and writer. I was going to teach high school and spend my spare time hunkered down with Mark Twain, Hemingway, and my computer. If you asked me at 23 what I was going to do for the rest of my life I would have said work at QuikTrip, they paid me well, they treated me well, and I was happy there but definitely not fulfilled. Then life truly began at 25 when I had Laithe. The next few years were a whirlwind of Andy's deployment and parenting alone, followed by leaving the company I had worked for over 10 years and moving from Texas to Iowa. In 2013 we welcomed Kai to our family and we became complete. I'm finding myself with more spare time the older that he gets. I've filled it with training plans, half marathons, half iron mans, many good books, and a teeny tiny part time personal trainer position. I love working out. I love pushing myself and I love meeting new goals. I thought I would love pushing others to their goals as well. Guess what? I think I was wrong. It's frustrating and infuriating to work so hard for someone when they won't work hard for themselves. We all have excuses but those who don't use them are the ones that are successful. I have taught classes for senior citizens, which I loved. I did a short lived high intensity training class that was fun while it lasted. The one on one training though? I don't know that it's for me. I can say all the motivating phrases, I can push you through that workout, but I can't follow you home and prevent you from eating a bag of Doritos or smoking a cigarette. I suppose that's the most difficult part, wanting something so badly for someone else, only to see them destroy their hard work and essentially throw away their money. I've been looking at going back to school and I thought the next logical step would be a degree in exercise science but I'm not sure that's the direction I want my life to head in. I certainly never thought I would be 30 trying to figure my out what I want to do for the rest of my life. Until then I'm going to take Ray Bradbury's advice "Jump and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall."
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