Fun - Part I

Howdy!!! "People are always good company when they are doing something they really enjoy."  Samuel Butler

There are so many people who HATE their job.  Seriously, they are miserable.  You might be one of those people, I dunno.  Yet, they stay for years sometimes.  They refuse to give up on a dream that turned into a nightmare all the while sucking the very marrow out of their now swiss cheesed bones.  It is an unfortunate situation that always amazes me.  I believe that people think the money they have grown accustomed to acquiring in those life draining jobs is somehow worth every ounce of their being.  Or maybe they just get conditioned to being unhappy.

Actually, when you hate your job so much at some point 'fun' becomes a distant memory.  Fun becomes a word that seems wrong when you spell it correctly, (as if you ever use the word when you hate your job).  Fun becomes a chore, something on your 'to do' check list.  You begin to schedule fun.  Yep, even fun becomes depressing when you hate what you do most of the time.

This is serious.  Seriously serious.  It needs addressing and redressing and maybe even a dress, if it makes it fun.

I have been thinking about the whole fun and job thing for a while.  I have always, for the most part, done what I have loved.  When I found myself at a job that ended up taking more than it gave I somehow found my way out… a few times I was ejected and other times I ran for the hills.  Either way, if it ain't fun, it ain't gettin' done.  I have always understood that joy was the purpose.  Giving and getting.  Drudgery isn't living, it is imprisonment.  That isn't something that I have any desire to experience.  Blech!

I wanted to share a fantastic email by a professional cat sitter after he stopped by to pick up something he left while she wasn't home.  Yes, he makes a living watching people's kitties (too many jokes, seriously) isn't that fantastic.  He also keeps things awesome by sending the pet owners emails like the one below.  Enjoy and you may want to adapt his preparedness attitude, he makes a strong case for it.  Enjoy!


They barely had water scraping the bottom of the water bowl. I filled the usual water bowl, and set out another across from the fridge. I hope that it is not a bowl that you do not mind being touched by kitty tongues.

I put out enough water for my cats to last a few days in case something happens - death, madness, overwhelming sadness, earthquake, the near total breakdown of our society, indigestion - that might keep me from home for two or three days. Just in case.


Now I am pretty sure Duane is not crazy, ok, not sure but am assuming.  He is just having fun.  Prior to this email he called her to ask about stopping by.  When she told him it was ok he asked her if he could also bake oatmeal cookies!

When you put fun as a driver in your world you may have the where-with-all to actually be funny, to send random emails, to laugh uncontrollably, to skip instead of walk, to sing when a song comes on instead of silently listening to it.  You could quite possibly become a very happy person indeed.



Oh Me Oh My!

"Worry is a misuse of imagination." ~Dan Zadra Yellow!

I know a lot of people who worry.  They worry about what they are going to eat, what they are going to say, what they are going to wear, what they will do with their life, when they will eat, when they will talk, when they will wear what they have picked out and so forth and so on.  Basically I know that many people feel very, very unsure of how to navigate the waters of life because the worst case scenario is the most likely one for them.

I sometimes think about how I don't worry and how that came to be.  In all honesty it is a long story that I will totally abbreviate, for now.  For one, I didn't have a parent that worried outwardly.  My mother is very stoic and as such kept things to herself.  She was basically a force that seemed unshakeable.  I have seen her cry twice, maybe.  Either way, I didn't grow up in a household that was tense with concern for what may or may not happen.  Though we were poor, we believed that things would work out.  I truly don't know how much my mother stressed, and for that (and much more) I am thankful.  I truly grew up believing that things would work themselves out and that there was ALWAYS a solution.  This is true, if you believe it to be.  I also had experiences where I worried, only to see hours of my life be sucked dry and the very thing that I worried about either happened or didn't.  Basically, I realized the time it took to worry was better spent having a good time.  I found that enjoying my moments made whatever the outcome less intense.  I learned to stay grounded.

The issue for so many is that they don't believe there is a solution to the woes of the world.  Additionally, being grounded is not a state that they are in consistently.  A worrier lives in a state of insecurity.  They have a really, really hard time believing things will be ok.  Usually they have gone over the worst case scenario in such detail that it plays out the way they feared the most.  Even when they believe they have played out the positive and think things are going to be ok there is a strong undercurrent of doubt.  If their fears are realized they feel that they are 1) are justified in their worry, 2) are now more convinced than ever that things turn out poorly for them no matter what, and 3) feel powerless over what concerns them.  Often those who worry have a hard time working on their own behalf with the same tenacity that they work against themselves.

When you spend your mental energy on the very things you don't want you will get those things, tenfold.  When you do the same amount of work on putting out what you love, what you get is the love back, tenfold.  It is as easy as that and as difficult.  I know that many of you may find yourself in a whirlwind of concern, worry, fear.  Decide now that you are open to moving towards love, curiosity, breathing and letting go.  See what shifts for you.



"Troubles are a lot like people, they grow bigger if you nurse them." ~Author Unknown