Wednesday, June 11, 2008

SUMMER HEAT . . . blastin away . . .

When I moved to Philly, my first day of work was in the snow. Now, in Texas, we close for snow b/c no-one has the equipment or the know-how to cope. I had to learn to always carry gloves, scarves, window scraper (those things have a PURPOSE). OK, so i didn't always carry them in the winter, but i knew i needed them. And, school didn't get canceled for a bit of snow.


WELL, Philly doesn't know how to "DO" heat. It was 96-99 the last two days . . . and the public schools closed at NOON. Let out early for the HEAT. Now, given, those old buildings don't have air conditions, so I do understand. But......

Texans can handle their HOT: Hot weather, hot spices, hot hot hot.

(By the way....i'm in love with the cold weather up here.)

Monday, June 2, 2008

Cat Mom's Not Perfect

Perfectionism

Ummmm yea. Here are my hodge podge thoughts on this subject.
My addiction = striving to be the best at everything i do/attempt.
This isn't a bad thing, in some ways . . . But, when the desire to be phenomenal
in everything overtakes rational thinking. Then you may have a problem.

Today, I realized that even though I have left my school days behind, I still have the desire to 'succeed' and 'achieve.' I've taken on more than my share of projects in my first 1 1/2 years at work.

This is embarrassing to admit, because it's not 'kosher' to admit how important it is for me to be successful and 'perfect.' I know it's ridiculous....but still...Also, I drive myself a wee bit insane at times with the ridiculous standards I set - whether it was grades when I was in school, the level of my semi-vegetarianism/healthy eating, my exercise, or my work. Even though I now STRIVE for balance, am 10 million times more laid back then 5 years prior . . . I still fall into these ruts where nothing is ever good enough.

I threw the word out 3 years ago (perfect), but I have to confess the desire is still there. Yoga teaches me to let go of this desire. Working with kids helps me to be more flexible and fly by the minute. I let go every day, and then the desire to be 'perfect' comes creeping back, under my skin.

Middle Ground, Schmiddle Ground. BLAH LALLALALA.

"I don't want to be perfect. That would be way too much pressure." (A friend)

(JUst throwin out thoughts...)