Change comes within

An excellent friend and I were discussing some random topic on Facebook and she inadverntatnly insulted me. She was talking about her aggravations with her coworkers, an all too famililar topic with many people over the globe, and pointed out ot her the Taoist concept of: "we can't others; we can only change ourselves."

My advice followed the logic that perhaps she would be best to just change the way she interacts with that individaul instaed of trying to get them to bend to her whims.

She called it a platitude.

A deep philosophy was just reduced to a fortune cookie.

However, I applied what I preached. This was an excellent friend and so I brushed it off.

The fact is, even my Taoist self still wants and hopes for changes in many peoples and many environments. I think that is normal and motivates us to do things within our world.

I can easily think of three things I would like to change within my own household:

1. As well as things are going here now, I would love for my home to be in Florida. I would love to see the ocean and have several more options on how to spend my free time. I would take better care of myself, for going to the beach kinda moves you to be more active. I want to be at a place where people would love to see me and I would love to be at.

2. I would love to see my husband employed. Now, don't get me wrong. He has done volumes to making our house more sellable. And there massive huge changes in his personality. He is not sick any more. He is funny. He smiles and giggles and wants to go out to eat. but the fact is, work does have some benefits. His rest is over and he is starting to be edgey. He is finding more fault and the chores are getting more and more distant. I cannot help thinking that he would benefit from the interactions a challenging, decent job might give him.

3. I could write more. I so love sitting here in front of the computer, but the fact is...i'm human. My energy wans and ebbs and flows. That's not fair. I have the motivation, but for some reason, not the follow through. What am I doing wrong? If given the magic of time, that question would easily be answered.

What I would keep the same?

1. My husband. He is still my best friend. When he left for a week, it was about one day before I said...okay, he needs to come back. It wasn't that I needed him like so many women (and gay men) who define themselves by their martial status. I don't. I can live on my own. But when you have a bad at work, you want to tell your best friend who knows how to cheer you up with no effort. You want to be with the person who you don't have explain anything to.

2. My pets. My furry family is perfect. They cause me stress but also remind me the beauty that exists in everyday. They are never stressed and always are there when I need them. Penelope hates when I hug and hold her, but she lets me, cause that's what I need. My stepcat has moved into my life that when she's not around, I feel the absence.

3. Strangely, I cannot think of a third thing to write about. That doesn't mean there's not a third, but my heart just can't access it now. I'm taking the advice I give my kids--keep writing and I have three minutes to kill. I suppose I should say my computers or my technology, but taht is just stuff that I can, in reality, jsut live without. My job is not my home. My extended family is not my home, either. Home is where I am. I can change me, but that would redundant.

There...my 15 minutes are up.