I Fall By the Wayside.

History has a way of repeating itself quite often in my life.  Same routine, different person.  Maybe I'm calling it too soon, things also have a way of surprising you - right? Maybe this time will be different, after all it is a different person.  Maybe this time I'll be pleasantly surprised.  Maybe this time I won't get played.

Although, this time I'm wiser and a little more resilient.  Of course, I'm also more cautious, but I'll never know unless I try and that involves a little bit of courage and risk-taking.

(Vague entry is vague because I barely even understand it myself.)

I Wrote 200 Letters I Will Never Send.

Monday had me hearing things like "I'm just gonna quickly nip to the loo." (I LOVE having a British co-worker), "You call EVERYBODY sweetpea!" (and yet you still smile when I do, little girl!),and "My dad is gonna trade in his Rolls Royce for an Alfa Romeo." (I wanted to kick this guy in the face ... he was up on the training level of the YMCA, running on an elliptical along the balcony, and having a shouted conversation with a lady down on the main floor.  Pretentious ass face.)

Tuesday was paper work, paper work, paper work(!!!!) in the morning, oh and organizing toys I suppose.  Buying a Happy Meal at McDonalds for lunch just so I could get a Hello Kitty toy. Almost getting lost, but managing to figure out which direction to go in the fork in the road at the very last - and I do mean last - second while driving through downtown to get to my afternoon shift (luckily, there was no traffic behind me ... I admittedly had to do some fancy maneuvering in reverse.  Oops.).

Wednesday was full of nerves, slight breakthroughs, and awkward moments. I really would rather not elaborate too much on this.  Just know that awkward day is awkward.

Thursday saw me with a split lip, bruised thigh, bruised shins, and a bruised pelvic bone.  Sounds like I was assaulted, but nope, just a child going through an aggressive phase and using his head when I told him to not hit with his hands or feet.  Creative, I suppose, but left me in a world of pain.  Pretty sure if I had been a man, the hit to the groin would have been worse, but still ridiculously painful.  Still managed to power through some errands after work, and go to dance class which effectively made my old knee injury flare up again and make my thighs burn the only way a Highland Fling can.

Friday was exhaustion ... and painful in a crampy, midsection-on-fire kind of way.  Really didn't get very much done, but indulge in a 3 hour nap after lunch. :3

Today was another fairly lazy day simply explicable by a lack of motivation to do anything.  However, I must allow myself this moment in vanity and say that I looked really pretty today. :) Why can't I look this good when I actually see people I'm going to be spending time with for more than an hour!?

Tomorrow I ship my Dad and Auntie back to the motherland.  Yes, putting them in their own boxes and taking them to the FedEx loading docks at the airport.  Just kidding, they get their own seats; albeit they have to sit with strangers and about 60 rows apart on the plane to Taipei and another couple dozen rows apart from Taipei to Manila.  Oh well, I suppose.  Knowing my dad he probably prefers sitting apart from his sister ... I think he wishes they were sitting closer than 60 rows apart, but definitely doesn't mind not sitting side-by-side.  (And now you all know where I get my loner-ish tendencies from!)

Here Comes the Sun.

It was our PD Day today at work, and I very nearly said "Screw it" and ditched going because I got stuck in awful traffic on my way to the office and figured there was no point in showing up during the presentation/workshop.  By some miracle, I still managed to get to the office on time ... okay, so I wouldn't have been that late even if the traffic had held me up a bit longer, but it was still mighty tempting to skip hahaha

Anyway, I'm glad that I got to work on time and stuck around because we had a life coach come in to do the workshop.  I've always been under the impression that a coach would merely be someone who motivates you and helps set you on the path appropriate for you.  It turned out to be so much more than that; it was a lesson in self-awareness and overcoming adversity.  We touched on how to dissect our own feelings and problems and how to move forward from there through a bunch of awareness and empowerment techniques.  By extension, these techniques could be used to aid us in the work that we do with children and

It was really quite a substantial.

As I've been in a bit of a funk lately, I figured with the lessons I learned today, this entry would be an exercise in positivity.

1) I felt really pretty today ... my hair cooperated and lay straight, my hand was steady enough this morning to make nice lines on each of my eyelids, and my mascara wasn't clumpy at all :)

2) I was rocking my gold pants today.  I worried I couldn't pull them off, but I'm actually quite happy with how they looked with my outfit.

3) I got to have lunch with two of the ladies I worked with last year and it was a lot of fun catching up, gossiping, and just being able to connect.  They still work at the preschool I was at last year, whereas I'm all over the city with the schools I work at this year.  Working through a private agency, I don't get to connect with the staff at these preschools as well as I did last year when I was only at the one preschool.  Not to mention, this agency only has PD Days every two months so it's difficult to make friends with the other staff as we very seldom see each other.  It makes for a bit of a lonely life, to be honest, so it was really nice to connect with familiar faces again.

4) I'm going to paint my nails today and perhaps play around with my new dotter set or manicure tape.

5) I've started a new scrapbook. I haven't scrapped since the summer, so I'm looking forward to releasing some creative energy.