I've called several places home other than my forever sweet home - Alabama! New Orleans - a home that still draws me in ways that I don't understand. SW Virginia - where the people are good as gold, the land rich in history and beholden to the future. Georgia - my 2nd home and where much of life has unfolded and continues to do so.
And tonight I once again realize... I'm "from" all these places. I'm "of" these places - a product of them.
I read al.com everyday (Everything Alabama) to keep up with all that's going on at "home". I watch Hurricane Katrina videos on youtube.com and I ache for my n'awlins the way it was. I go to bristolnews.com , not CNN.com to mourn for the loss at Va Tech, just up the road. And tonight in Georgia, I'm taken aback in sadness and shock for the loss of life, the tragedy of unwarranted, needless death.
First Katrina, then the Bluffton bus accident here in Atlanta and now the shootings at Va Tech. It's just plain sad. And it hits home.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Obstacles
I was finally inspired to write again. I had enjoyed "penning" out the previous blog entries so much that I wondered when the next one would come to me. Well it has...
Thirty minutes of cardio a day I've been told. What? There's no time! Who wants to go to the gym or even do yard work every day. I can't do it. The drive time takes up alot of the time during the week. I've got time to go on the weekends but that's only 2 days.
"It's your life!" my doctor said.
Today seemed to be filled with obstacles. From the moment I got up and stumbled to the shower I was a bit lost for energy and I couldn't focus my eyes. I can NEVER wake up fully until I've had a good dose of warm to hot water showering down on me. Sometimes it's the best part of the day and it's always the best way for me to get started. I don't need a Diet Coke first, I don't need to know the news or what else is happening in the world, hot water is life's answer to mornings. Yet even after the morning shower I still couldn't focus my eyes and read email after I went downstairs and got the much needed morning cold caffiene.
I rode the 7:50 bus. I watched the 7:40 bus roll out (full) at 7:38 and off it went. That gave me a good seat on the 7:50 in exchange for my 12 minute wait. We had our monthly all DBA meeting at work today - 2nd Thursday of every month we meet to all get on the same page - tho I think some folks are in a different book so I'm not sure we'll ever all get on the same page but it's always interesting. Me listening intently as always being a good soldier , still not able to focus my eyes and still feeling a bit sleepy. Sometimes even the warm water of morning can't cure everything.
I had decided I'd take the afternoon off today so I could do some much needed real life yard therapy. My poor yard - looks like no one owns it or cares. Tho I really do! I wish it were lush, green, and overflowing with the beauty that early spring brings. It's not, but I'm ever hopeful.
Too much work to do. I didn't take the afternoon off. I did start trying to leave the office at 4:26pm which is too late to ride the 4:30 shuttle up the hill to the bus stop. So yet another obstacle and 14 more lost minutes. Then for some strange reason the 4:40 shuttle morphed into the 4:50 shuttle with me sitting on it. The driver made no explain even after one fellow passenger said "Isn't it time to go?". There was no response.
I've been trying to ride the 103 bus. It leaves headed to home more often than route 412 and it takes about 15-20 minutes less on it's path to just about the same spot. The deal is the 103 arrives for me as it's last stop before hitting I-85 North, the 412 I'm first on. And the 103 arrives often full and folks standing, the 412 empty and waiting. It's easier to take the longer road.
So a longer day at work than planned had turned into just another day. My thought when I first started writing was obstacles. Obstacles like the 2 accidents in the HOV lane on the way home, the usual 5pm traffic, a broken seat on the bus that forced me to sit on the opposite side of the bus and which prevented me from "helping" the bus driver drive. I wear myself out sometimes doing that when I should just relax. I ride the bus because of the gas prices so I can save the money for something else like bills, or next semester's tuition, or the elusive "vacation".
It seems there will be obstacles everyday. I've learned to overcome alot... now I gotta focus on turning daily obstacles -- time obstacles, transportation obstacles, WAY too many work obstacles -- into opportunities.
Oh and yeah, cardio.
Gotta do me some cardio!
Hmmmm, I wonder if getting my heart rate up helping the bus driver maneuver the 412 counts?
Thirty minutes of cardio a day I've been told. What? There's no time! Who wants to go to the gym or even do yard work every day. I can't do it. The drive time takes up alot of the time during the week. I've got time to go on the weekends but that's only 2 days.
"It's your life!" my doctor said.
Today seemed to be filled with obstacles. From the moment I got up and stumbled to the shower I was a bit lost for energy and I couldn't focus my eyes. I can NEVER wake up fully until I've had a good dose of warm to hot water showering down on me. Sometimes it's the best part of the day and it's always the best way for me to get started. I don't need a Diet Coke first, I don't need to know the news or what else is happening in the world, hot water is life's answer to mornings. Yet even after the morning shower I still couldn't focus my eyes and read email after I went downstairs and got the much needed morning cold caffiene.
I rode the 7:50 bus. I watched the 7:40 bus roll out (full) at 7:38 and off it went. That gave me a good seat on the 7:50 in exchange for my 12 minute wait. We had our monthly all DBA meeting at work today - 2nd Thursday of every month we meet to all get on the same page - tho I think some folks are in a different book so I'm not sure we'll ever all get on the same page but it's always interesting. Me listening intently as always being a good soldier , still not able to focus my eyes and still feeling a bit sleepy. Sometimes even the warm water of morning can't cure everything.
I had decided I'd take the afternoon off today so I could do some much needed real life yard therapy. My poor yard - looks like no one owns it or cares. Tho I really do! I wish it were lush, green, and overflowing with the beauty that early spring brings. It's not, but I'm ever hopeful.
Too much work to do. I didn't take the afternoon off. I did start trying to leave the office at 4:26pm which is too late to ride the 4:30 shuttle up the hill to the bus stop. So yet another obstacle and 14 more lost minutes. Then for some strange reason the 4:40 shuttle morphed into the 4:50 shuttle with me sitting on it. The driver made no explain even after one fellow passenger said "Isn't it time to go?". There was no response.
I've been trying to ride the 103 bus. It leaves headed to home more often than route 412 and it takes about 15-20 minutes less on it's path to just about the same spot. The deal is the 103 arrives for me as it's last stop before hitting I-85 North, the 412 I'm first on. And the 103 arrives often full and folks standing, the 412 empty and waiting. It's easier to take the longer road.
So a longer day at work than planned had turned into just another day. My thought when I first started writing was obstacles. Obstacles like the 2 accidents in the HOV lane on the way home, the usual 5pm traffic, a broken seat on the bus that forced me to sit on the opposite side of the bus and which prevented me from "helping" the bus driver drive. I wear myself out sometimes doing that when I should just relax. I ride the bus because of the gas prices so I can save the money for something else like bills, or next semester's tuition, or the elusive "vacation".
It seems there will be obstacles everyday. I've learned to overcome alot... now I gotta focus on turning daily obstacles -- time obstacles, transportation obstacles, WAY too many work obstacles -- into opportunities.
Oh and yeah, cardio.
Gotta do me some cardio!
Hmmmm, I wonder if getting my heart rate up helping the bus driver maneuver the 412 counts?
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