Life Goals

Bryan Tracy has just about got me convinced that in life, we can do anything we want.  The trick is to decide what it is exactly, clearly, that we want (our vision), then work backwards to build the stairs. 

So, here we have...

My Vision:

I wake up next to my husband. He's gorgeous, rugged, unkempt, and sexy. He rubs my neck because he knows that's the only way I'm about to get out of that bed. We shower together, then part ways. I go to the kitchen to start breakfast while he wakes the kids. As they come into the kitchen, all hands go in the air, because everybody knows the only way to start the day is with Morning Hugs.  We eat breakfast, he goes to work, and the sitter comes over to watch the kids while I go teach a private yoga class, followed by my weekly group sessions: Bradley Method of birthing is first, followed by a class of expecting motherS with gestational diabetes. We talk nutrition, childbirth, and health.

I'm done in the early afternoon, grab the kiddos, and head to the grocery store for dinner goods. I pick out the majority of groceries, but they get to shop for the salad mixings. While I make dinner, one of them makes the salad. My husband comes home- we eat dinner, and the kids get started on homework. My husband and I take turns getting out to take a class during the week- tonight I slip away to yoga while he hangs with the kids. Little people go to bed early (like 7 pm early), and we catch up about our day, chill out watching sitcoms, and just enjoy each others company.  Then we crawl into bed, fall asleep, and do it all again tomorrow :)

Now:

• Eat 3 meals/2 snacks per day of whole, unprocessed foods.
• Be active 30 minutes every day.
• Put effort into my physical appearance, every day (do it).
• Start yoga teacher training, and jump wholeheartedly into my studies.

5 years:

• I work full time as a dietitian. Part of my job is to provide yoga classes at an outpatient fitness center. I also complete my Bradley Method coaching certificate.
• I am married.  My husband is passionate about his job, life, and love. We go on adventures together at least every other month or so.

10 years:

• My husband and I have 2-3 children, and are planning for the 3rd/4th.
• I provide nutrition consulting/yoga/Bradly Method coaching for pregnancy, childbirth, and early childhood.
• On Sundays, my husband and I take the kids to grandma/grandpa's house, and go on our weekly run.
• My family eats 100% whole, unprocessed foods

Yes. That will do. :)

Don't Sigh On Me, Bro

I've been a workhorse lately, and really working my "stay positive" muscle.
Get up early, find delight in the sunrise.
Work 36 hours in 3 days, get excited about the moolah I'm going to be rolling in come payday.
Sure I'm zombie tired, but it makes coffee taste that much better.
No clean clothes, but hey, it's a weekend!  Everybody had Friday off- except me. Outfit repeat.

Boom. Got this one.

Then- it happened.  I go to lunch, and one of my coworkers... is NOT finding the delight in her day. Her gratitude bird has flown the coop.

Same amount of patients.  Same amount of work. Same job.

Well, no, not same job.  I'm as-needed, without benefits.  So there's that.

And she's just not happy.  No matter how you cut it, she's feeling decidedly very unpleasant about our work today.  Despite the fact that we killed it in the morning, and by lunch we literally have a joy ride of a day left. Then something even weirder happened- everybody else started matching her mood.  Like we were all supposed to be upset about our day- about our job that we woke up and chose to come to.

It just doesn't sit well for me.  Why are we upset?  Why is it seeming to make you more upset that I'm not upset?  What are we complaining about?

It's cool, everybody is their own reality.  I move on with my positive attitude. It's a great day.

Then...it happened.  When talking didn't work to break my happy bubble, she opened her mouth, breathed in, and emptied her lungs of all that muck.  In my general direction.

I got sighed on.  BIG TIME. This exasperated noise escaped her throat, and she collected her things to re-tackle the second part of the day.

The sound is too intentional to ignore.  Where is the huge elephant in the room that I'm missing?  What the HECK is wrong?

So I ask, "...is everything okay?"  (with a smile and laugh, because let's be real: you don't sigh on somebody unless you need them to ask what's wrong)

She laughs, as if the thing that just escaped her throat was unintentional and responds "Sorry, that was a a really loud sigh."

Me (confused) "No problem."

Except, PROBLEM! Because there goes my silver lining, and my finding the good. Because you know what happens?!  Now I can't help but continue to think: "What was I missing?  Am I doing something wrong, that is causing her more work?  Am I not realizing something that I should have in fact been stressed about?"  Somebody can't REALLY sigh all over me like that...for no reason...

...could they?

I got sighed on, and it really brought my day down.  Mission accomplished, coworker. Mission accomplished.

Moral of the story:  find your own silver linings, or don't, but please, please, don't sigh on me, bro.

Live the life you love.