Ok so not that I strive for perfection, or even believe it to be attainable but aren't there times when you think - "wow, it was so close I could feel it!"
For the most part I see the glass half full. Ok, even more than half, almost filled to the brim. And thats a good thing, I believe. Negativity breeds negativity and it isn't something you want to welcome or introduce in your life at any given time. Scratch that - at any time. It's the "secret", the power of persuasion, neuro linguistic programming, whatever you want to call it. However you see things they take shape so all those philosophies, or hocus pocus, or balogna, or whatever you want to call them - they make sense! In theory....
Then there's that nagging, that self-doubt if you will, that devil on your shoulder that creeps in every now and then and makes you question your own 'glass half full' mentality.
What is it that leads us to believe there is always something better out there? A different outcome to the current situation? Slight tweaks on behavior and/or action that could change the entire outcome? And why even allow our thought process to go there when right in front of us is most of what we wish for and what we want?
Ah the secret rantings of a sometimes over-analytical mind. Thank goodness I get the 'half glass full' ideology and more importantly SEE it before I see the other, lesser half.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Odd circumstance
Ola! Comos este?? (can't figure out how to get those upside down!)
So it's Friday. I'm at home. And relatively sober. I am on call you know! Still, an odd set of circumstance for me for a Friday. It's my first on call night in at least - um - let's say 6 - 8 years. I guess I've grown in responsibility because I remember one on call night with coworkers sucking back free tequila with the Local Pub bartender, riding with half my body out the moon roof and then some - what should have been awkward, but we were too drunk to notice - porn watching at a coworkers. Now that's bang for your buck I tell ya! (ok, wait that didn't come out quite right...). Ah well, there were no calls so all police services 911 systems remained functional and there were no officer safety issues as a result of our shenanigans (except for maybe the drive home...)
Been stupid busy at work lately. Unfortunately just seems I'm going through the motions and that's about it. Really need to work on that spark that lights the fire of my so called career before the embers completely die out. If someone knows of a good, strong combustible substance I can use - please advise.
So, why am I here? What's my point? Don't really have one. Just bored. Funny thing is I'm sitting by the fire typing this on my phone and something has just gone wacky and my focus is up 2 paragraphs up so I have literally NO idea what I'm saying!
Wow. I proof read that and it wasn't too bad!
So I could go on about the upcoming provincial election (ok - not really; or perhaps the apathetic state the world's kids are in these days; remembering 911; how stupid most women are in relationships; and how men - well I haven't completely figured them out yet, but I'm certain they don't belong all in one box - are just baffling in a good way sometimes...but I don't really care to, and I'm sure none of my few (2) readers want to hear it, so I won't. (plus it's getting awfully annoying trying to type when I can't see what has ended up on the proverbial paper...
Untill next time when I may, or may not have something of substance, Sayonara!
(spanish flava courteous of my mind wandering to next weeks Jargarita party when I'm NOT on call!)
So it's Friday. I'm at home. And relatively sober. I am on call you know! Still, an odd set of circumstance for me for a Friday. It's my first on call night in at least - um - let's say 6 - 8 years. I guess I've grown in responsibility because I remember one on call night with coworkers sucking back free tequila with the Local Pub bartender, riding with half my body out the moon roof and then some - what should have been awkward, but we were too drunk to notice - porn watching at a coworkers. Now that's bang for your buck I tell ya! (ok, wait that didn't come out quite right...). Ah well, there were no calls so all police services 911 systems remained functional and there were no officer safety issues as a result of our shenanigans (except for maybe the drive home...)
Been stupid busy at work lately. Unfortunately just seems I'm going through the motions and that's about it. Really need to work on that spark that lights the fire of my so called career before the embers completely die out. If someone knows of a good, strong combustible substance I can use - please advise.
So, why am I here? What's my point? Don't really have one. Just bored. Funny thing is I'm sitting by the fire typing this on my phone and something has just gone wacky and my focus is up 2 paragraphs up so I have literally NO idea what I'm saying!
Wow. I proof read that and it wasn't too bad!
So I could go on about the upcoming provincial election (ok - not really; or perhaps the apathetic state the world's kids are in these days; remembering 911; how stupid most women are in relationships; and how men - well I haven't completely figured them out yet, but I'm certain they don't belong all in one box - are just baffling in a good way sometimes...but I don't really care to, and I'm sure none of my few (2) readers want to hear it, so I won't. (plus it's getting awfully annoying trying to type when I can't see what has ended up on the proverbial paper...
Untill next time when I may, or may not have something of substance, Sayonara!
(spanish flava courteous of my mind wandering to next weeks Jargarita party when I'm NOT on call!)
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