Friday, February 6, 2009

Last night I noticed something for the first time...

As a member of Google's Blogger site they keep track of how many people surf your site at any given time.
And being as astute as I am, I mention this with tongue in cheek I just noticed that they rate your hits too, all new to me as of last night, wow talk about slow uptake.
Pitifully, I must admit that I am considered to be still in their kiddie pool of less than five hundred hits for this year so far, actually only 225 as of this moment, which works out to 45 per week sadly.

I wonder if there is anyway to get my numbers up.
Everyone loves to be popular, and the last time I can remember feeling that liked was when I was seventeen years old and a caravan of admirers, which today would be considered the sixties version of the ‘Geek Squad or nerds’ chauffeured me to my job at the mall just after they put my name in for Campus Queen in the fall of my senior year of high school. They pulled up right in front and opened the car door and ushered me to the front door of the store and opened that door too, boy what gentlemen. To say the least it was extremely memorable, and I always wondered what happened to those less than popular but very bright young men, my doters, wow did I feel like I already won. I bet they are all running some science operations or work for NASA or run some country other than ours, who knows. But in actuality the title of Campus Queen eventually went to a voluptuous beauty with brains. I had neither at the time; I suppose I was kinda cute but never ever voluptuous, and never ever considered brainy, but not dumb either. All and all we had a pretty smart class.

Back to trying to raise my readership, anyone want to let me know that you are reading this? So far I have had no takers, but some how seeing those numbers are reassuring.
I would be willing to research topics of interest to kowtow to my public, just kidding too much pressure and too many other people’s opinions. If you have been reading this you know that I wouldn’t want that kind of stress…NO ONE WOULD!
Although, everyone knows that us woman are notorious people pleasers even to the detriment to loosing ourselves at times.
I think my biggest change came to me not when I physically changed, physiological, but when I realized as an adult at fifty years old that now I only need to please me, after years of trying to make nice, nice with family
and friends.
I selfishly took on being selfish and desperately decided that to make me happy required me to learn how to say no.
Not to say that I stopped helping others all together, but I realized the world would not come to a crashing halt if I decided it was a no go for me to be involved too.

It’s so refreshing to be able to be happy with those decisions, and relieved.
You see being in management all those years I had and probably still do have a type “A” personality, with that an attitude that goes along with that is if you don’t do it, it won’t get done. Guess what… it all got done, even with me no longer doing it.

No one is irreplaceable in business or non-profit, only in your family.
Priorities have to be realized at every age or decade, and so every ten years or sooner one should reevaluate what’s important to you, and you do know which changes need to be met.

Be harsh with ones self and cut back where necessary in things that cause misery or stress and indulge abundantly without too many restraints yourself where you feel happiness will be prevalent.

Some things in life we have no control over, most that would be true, but what we can control is our own happiness, and by the nature of us human beasts we must err on the side of joy and peace in ones life.

On that note I will say good night to all and to all thanks for being there even though I just found out.

Which way will the war go?

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