Never Enough Time

As vacations go….this wasn’t my best. Yes, while I didn’t have to get get up and be anywhere by a certain time, I don’t feel rested or accomplished. Of course that’s how we are taught to think. There is so much to unlearn and not enough time. I’m disappointed in myself that the only real thing I did for myself this week was the one mantra class I took.

Well, that’s not entirely true. The Girl and I drove about forty minutes North to see a local Millionaire’s Row. I was hoping to get some good pictures but it was a bust. The very young people working at the visitor’s center at the historical society were very nice but not helpful in the least. Especially since I called the week before and spoke to the young girl. I didn’t even look at the pictures I took yet. Hopefully tomorrow will be better, there is a castle to the West that if I’m lucky, might be photogenic.

I have lots to look forward to this weekend but I certainly don’t want to wish my time away. There’s always a little bit of magic in every day. Today I saw Santa twice driving through town. Once I drove by him and just a little bit ago I noticed flashing red lights outside and when I looked out the window, there went Santa again. I’m sure this is one of those thing I might have known about if I watched the news but I just can’t watch….so I’m always surprised.

I was on my way to an event at the local library down the street when I saw Santa the first time. My friend BD owns a sustainable store in town and she was setting up a table so I wanted to make sure I stopped by the event. They had quite a turn out, which is great for all of those small businesses. There was a nice energy and I found myself hanging out and keeping her company for a bit. So much for the popping in and taking a quick walk through, that’s okay I’m glad I stayed. I bought some herbal tea from a girl from up North and some green juice from someone in town. The green juice was amazing, expensive but amazing! That was about it for me, I don’t usually do well at these vegan events, food wise anyway. I do eat meat and I choose to by local directly from a farm. I don’t eat gluten, soy, or refined sugar which cuts out most vegan food.


I just got off the phone with one of my coworkers, she is an emotional mess. I know her so add a bottle of wine to that and some of the conversation was repeated more than once. It was bad enough that we had to say goodbye to the head of one of our departments today , only to find out that the office manager also gave her notice today. I knew it was coming but I thought I had another couple of months. I went in for the goodbye lunch today and had to take a nap when I came home. It was all just too much.

I turned down a job offer last month and now I’m questioning that decision? Everything about her office was lovely but she didn’t offer health insurance, how could I say yes to that?  There is so much I want to say about work but I will hold my tongue…for now.

The only other thing I did today was stop at the new crystal store in town. I was surprised at how much I was drawn to sunstone. The palm stone was huge so I bought a more reasonably sized point. I’m not sure why it called to me but maybe after I work with it for a bit it will become more clear?

I hope you have a lovely evening. Maybe tomorrow I will have something more exciting to talk about….Zia



About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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