My career affords me endless opportunities to be kind. I interact and connect with great people all day and into many nights. It's business. I know that. But there are drivers in those trucks. Owners and dispatchers supporting that driver. Shippers making product. And receivers needing that product. All people that I am so fortunate with which to work.
Freight Brokerage a career of interacting with great people all day long and some nights. It's playing matchmaker where merchandise is the currency. Skidded or floor loaded? Will it fill a 53 Van, food grade, of course? Or will 26 foot straight truck with a lift-gate be the requirement?
I represent freight. You accommodate capacity. Is it a fit? Would you like to see the Midwest again? Or is Florida your lane?
Good to see you. We do business with many many carriers. Many like Hartt are repeat vendors. It's always pleasant to see a familiar name on the road. It warms my heart when I think of the great service we have afforded our customers, together.
I booked a load for Saturday 7AM pickup. The driver is sleeping in New Jersey... He will wake, drive, pickup and drive back to Jersey. A known carrier, but still I'm nervous. Breathe. I can't miss this pickup. Breathe.
I have never been a great vacationer. Work is never off the plate. But after wasting this last vacation essentially working, and then pile on the ever present stresses of realtime work, I realize that shutting down is required. A complete reset. It's needed and totally required. Lesson learned.
In a casual discussion I heard myself say, and I quote, "There isn't any wrong with a one night stand as long as it is consensual." And as soon as these words were out of my mouth I thought, "Boy have I changed."
How? When? Why? I thought about as I rode home. Seriously thought about it until I was faced with dirty dishes, laundry and a dishwasher begging to be emptied.
I strive to teach my children that family is caring. Family is working together and pitching in. For me it's NOT about that task not being mine. AND I won't step through a
mountain of dishes, laundry trash because it's not my job. For me, if the job is there, I'll pitch in. Come help me, I will call out. Let's tackle this together. But I am a united front of one. And children learn the path of least resistance. Napping. Hiding. Gaming too much; claiming too much school work. And why not. The example to ignore the elephants in the room is so blatant.
If there is no commitment to the greater family good, then there is no solidarity. No solidarity, no binding or recognizing any connectivity among partners. No ties.
Like this puff ball I have been waiting. Morphing. Growing. Developing. My life is changing. I'm home alone more often than not. Finding reasons to work longer hours more often than not. Looking forward to the next phase. Wondering whose path I may cross. At times I dream of throwing in the towel. But I'm here awaiting, seeking, Outrageous Openness. Breathe.
This poor man committed suicide. Yes he was found guilty of murder and sentenced to life in prison. Some news outlets are saying no one is crying for him. But I am sure his family is crying. And I assure you I am crying. It is not for us to judge. His actions towards others were beyond words. The suffering he caused was real. Still it sadtdens me that a 27 year old man is dead at his own hands. Even in prison he could have had a positive impact. And now we will never know. Maybe death was his escape from the violence? My heart bleeds due to violence. Peace is the only answer.
A few weeks ago our hot water heater let go and my husband and I were tasked with draining it before the rest of its holdings leaked onto our floor. With a short hose and buckets we emptied it.
Last evening my neighbor called around 9:30; asking if we had a wet vac. Her hot water tank was leaking. Of course she could borrow it. And while she vacuumed up the water I started to empty her tank with our short hose and buckets.
I am thankful and grateful and humbled to be able to help. God is good all the time. All the time God is good.
I found this plant in the trash at our church. It looked better at the time... I brought it home and repotted it. Hoping there was enough spark in its xylem and phloem to bring out new growth.
I'm not saying it will be easy for this little guy. But the tiny buds slowly emerging at its leaf scars are hope. That in a warm sunny window, in a quiet bedroom next to a rosemary this guy can have his second chance.
I'm going to share. Since August I have belonged to Weight Watchers. Why? Because I had noticed an unhealthy weight trend for the previous two years. I needed to regain control over my eating and weight. And my favorite clothes did not fit anymore... I wasn't in danger of weight related health issues such as diabetes and heart disease but the writing was on the wall. Twenty pounds gained in two years - 40 in 4.
Act now. December 21 I was made a Lifetime member. Since then I've been figuring maintenance. This morning, the morning of Weigh In Wednesday, I woke up thinking I may have, for now, figured out my nutrition puzzle.
Normally or should I say before Friday I would wear my hat that clearly shows I'm a Catholic and not take notice. I'm Catholic. It's true. Not a great Catholic but given life's ins and outs, I do try.
But now that President Trump has put a ban on Muslims entering our country I'm not so happy to be
labeled. Actually I'm quite sad and rather disgusted.
What are the numbers?
How many Muslims are seeking refuge versus how many are terrorists? How many hate crimes are committed by those who are of a Christian persuasion? How many school and postal shootings? How many church shootings? Women's health clinic shootings? How many Christians and Jewish people are seeking refuge?
I want a hat that labels me as human, compassionate, empathetic, loving, nonjudgmental.
The boss is on vacation. I'm in charge in an office where customers call in and ask to speak with one of the boys. Five days at the helm. I run a different ship. God give me the wisdom to keep her from running aground.
Move back day... second semester starts. A new beginning, just like our nation.
A million people voiced their opinion over the weekend. There is unhappiness, concern, questions, uncertainty. Our leadership is seemingly vastly different than ever before. The people strong took to the streets.
But working for change takes more than a hat and a sign. It takes vigilance. It takes making action on the local level and watching and working towards change on the national and international level.
Are you angry? Work for change. Are you happy? Work for change.
Are you concerned? Work for change.
These four years maybe the best opportunity for Americans. Only time and our collective actions will tell.