Somehow, I agreed to a project that involves me writing what amounts to a three thousand word bio… sheesh. I am nearing the end, but the first draft was due last Friday. I’m not going to get points deducted or anything, but the tardiness is weighing on me a bit. I am geared up to finish it first thing in the morning, and send it along and hope for the best.
It has provided a lot of reflection and challenge, and it is certainly a wonderful exercise to for something. On the heels of this wordy journey, I will slide into helping produce an art show that opens this weekend. Also, I’ll be meeting with my brother to discuss Jim’s business to push that along the line. The world is swirling, and the aggravated pinchy nerve in my neck is a week and a half old now, and I’m tired of feeling compromised. I’m always excited about what’s ahead.
More than our story-
We are infinite, Spirits.
Be kind. Do your best.
I’ve been to a ton of Titans’ games in my life, and today’s was one of the best wins I have seen. It took a little bit of everybody to seal the victory, and being a big underdog made it all the more sweet. It was a beautiful fall day, and the commitment to being a Titans’ fan, through the good and bad really paid off today.
I don’t get much from Facebook, but I saw this sometime last week… it was worth all the wasted hours.
I come by a certain “defect of character” naturally… it seems to be in my genes. I am given to critique, and it often leans into criticism. It’s not pretty on me. I am critical of this personality trait of mine… nothing is safe from the evaluation. It certainly serves me well in some instances, but sometimes it’s just unnecessary. My mom is the tree from which this sour fruit of mine originates. I watched her this week running the family restaurant, and she is sharp in her cuts. Am I willing to work on this and tighten up my judgements? Naming the problem is the first step to solving it…
For four days, there’s been some throbbing pain between my scapula and spine, and it has sporadically sent waves of discomfort through my body. It has disrupted my sleep, and I am in need of its ending. Tomorrow morning, I’m getting a massage… Currently, I’m on a heating pad. I am grateful to not suffer chronic pain.
I am expected to have written a 2500 word piece by tomorrow about what I have done since leaving FRA. I am thinking over the top about the writing, and I don’t really have time for that. I will try to make the magic happen tomorrow, after the massage. There’s so much else to do. Today was not productive, and that didn’t feel good.
It was a wild and productive quick trip to Huntington, and as we get nearer to midnight tonight, I feel accomplished. Building this business, much on my own, is demanding, but not overly. It’s tricky, as the multitude of tasks to tend to spread wide across the spectrum of needed skillsets. This is maximizes my capacity for compartmentalization… it is a lovely, welcomed situation. Thanks, Universe.
Today, I returned again to Jim’s to move deeper into my spaghetti sauce endeavor. It is lovely to be learning something like this… learning, period. Today, I worked to attain the cost per batch, and I think that I ended up with an answer. Some old restaurants like my family’s, don’t take the time or energy to do cost analysis… they just do what they need to do until it’s obviously broken. Nobody at Jim’s has know what the cost is on a forty gallon batch of sauce is, and I think it would serve them well. So, I took on the task.
Tomorrow, I’ll be back to another forty gallons, and I’ll get to make it. I need to ensure that I’m doing all the details just as they have been done over the last seventy-five years. It’s a long legacy behind me, and I am ready to carry it forward. Sleep calls to me, as it was a long day, and the daylight savings things is still playing with my energy.
In general, there are not too many people with refined listening skills. Therapists are basically paid for this, much more so than their feedback. It is an invaluable asset in a sick culture.
It’s an hour earlier than my body and circadian rhythm thinks/feels it is. This is dangerous: