It’s always about the Journey

A toast to the New Year! Enjoy the journey!

The journey of my life is solely mine to take. On my journey, it’s just “Me & I,” with a grain of salt and a sense of humour.

The Me discovers, experiences, and interprets life. The I constantly changes and evolves in response to the Me. This transformation improves the quality of my life and helps me become the person I want to be. The Me and I have a dynamic relationship.

My journey is fun, chaotic, emotional, challenging, confusing, dramatic, memorable, and so on. My journey is never going to be perfect, and that’s okay!

Buckle up, Roll down the window and Enjoy the ride for a glimpse of me and my journey. It’s about to get real!

At this point in life, I have a renewed sense of purpose. I am in the field of social work, and connecting with people with similar values and goals enriches me. As a “Social Worker,” sharing and building on values I believe in while also creating and inspiring positive change both within and outside of myself is invaluable.

My “Non-Social Worker” side is also a happy person but with a twist. I enjoy my quirky personality, which I can best describe through the awkward and embarrassing situations I frequently find myself in, and my OCD, which may come across as over-the-top. You undoubtedly have some eccentricities of your own.

Welcome Home! If you are only dropping by to say a quick hello, you will be fine. But if you intend to stay over, trust me, you might be better off with me greeting you with an “Onboarding and Training Session” to set clear expectations.

Making beds is a morning ritual that signifies order at the start of the day. The question is, “You make your bed, or don’t you?” I will not march you back to your room to smoothen the sheets and fluff the pillows. Just curious to know!

Don’t walk away yet! Once the bedsheets are tucked in well, lay the bedspread on top, drop them down on the sides, and make sure they are the same length. I know this is brutal.

Relax! I typically take a “Chill Pill,” which helps me stay calm and kill you with kindness.

Pack your rollerblades! We often play “Run and Grab.” Don’t get ideas! This game is all about water glasses and tea cups. Leave them around and move away only if willing to take the challenge. They will be whisked off in the blink of an eye even if they are half full. It is agonizing for me to see glasses and cups sitting on my table for too long. So, if you see me poised to strike, all you do is run and grab them before I do. How difficult can that be?

My Zen moment and literally “Loads of fun” is when I air-dry laundry. The air is thick with the clean scent of fabric softener and detergent, clothes evenly spaced apart, colourful clips holding them, and watching them soak up the sun and sway in the wind; I feel accomplished. Don’t bother tipping me for doing your laundry. Any change left in pockets is considered a tip!

A couple of my habits can be beyond annoying. It doesn’t really hit me until someone points them out to me. If you plan to do so, please soften the blow.

“Interrupting people.” I know where the other person is going, and I can get there faster. Other times, which is typical, I remember things at random and get excited.

Another is my need to shout into the phone as though the other person cannot hear me. Could it be because I am short of hearing and assume the other person is too?

I get a tomato-red flush when I do insanely stupid things.

I see someone waving at me from across the road and assume they are waving at me.  So, I wave back. This person points a finger to indicate the wave is meant for the person behind me. Come on! Just wave at us both and move on.

This one is a downright embarrassment. I’m boarding a flight, walking down the aisle toward my seat, and my phone slips from my hand. I immediately spread on all fours like a flat bird. Passengers wondering if this is a hostage situation, others already seated bend forward to assist me, our heads bang, and a squeal. “Ma’am, please sit and we will get the phone,” the Airhostess whispers into my ears. When I finally get my phone back, I hear clapping. Should I stand up and give a Thank you Speech or slide down my seat and shut up?

Now, this is something that I want to sort out once and for all. My brain is not wired to recognize people behind their face masks. When you wave at me, drive by honking, shout my name, and try all ways to get my attention, hello! I have no clue who you are. I humbly request that you pull down your face mask if I am to see you.

I absolutely love it when the Universe reminds me in subtle ways that life is not all smooth and predictable, but worth living!

I trust my journey and knowing that “I cannot be what I cannot see” opens my mind, and I pay attention to the nudges from within that would inspire, compel and direct my actions.

I am undergoing maintenance and a work in progress!