Today we had a patient come in for a routine X-ray. As I brought her from her waiting room to the X-ray room, I noticed that she was dressed nicely with a pink cardigan and black slacks, she held a purse in one hand and a jacket in the other, she had short black hair with signs of greying. She heard me with little difficulty and walked just as fast as I did down the halls of the building. She was slightly short tempered but didn’t speak much. This woman was born on September 22, 1918. This would make her 94 years old.
I was astounded. When you work in an orthopedics office, you see people in there 50’s who look like they’re on they’re deathbed. But this lady was 94, and just a lucid as you and me.
Amazed by her, we asked, “What is your secret for looking so young at 94?”
Without hesitation, and almost irritation she answered, “I just don’t worry about things all the time.”
You can imagine the look on my face.
This woman’s unbelievable aging secret is not to stress. Not to stress about work, or money, or your shitty relationship.
Well I’m screwed… Why haven’t people figured this out earlier? It’s such a simple thing. Don’t stress. Just breath. Don’t stress.
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MondayMorning.
You ever want to look at someone and say, “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be around.”
But you don’t have the heart to say it.
Angels watching over me.
Yesterday I had taken this picture of my bank account. Showing $7 and change.
I had to find a way to make this last for nine days until my next paycheck, which was obviously impossible. My gas light came on while I was on my way to work today, and I honestly had no idea why I was going to do for the next nine days.
Today on my lunch break I had checked my bank account, and I had received my tax return that very morning! The Lord is so good, and anytime I need him, he is always there.
I’ve been going through some rough times lately, and God couldn’t have had better timing. Bless him.
Been better.
Last night I drank an entire bottle of wine and two margaritas. I’m still trying to convince myself Im fine. Something needs to change. Things are not well with me.
Miner breakdown. All is well.
After reading my post yesterday, it’s pretty clear that I had an anxiety attack, not just splattered on my blog, but right there in my boyfriend’s car on my lunch break.
I just sat there shaking and crying. I couldn’t even explain why.
My attempt at words only came out in tears, painful tears that you feel in your throat. I don’t even know what was going on. By 7am I had already cried 3 separate times, and on my way to work, and while I was at work.
The only conclusion I could come up with was that I’ve just been extremely stressed out with work, lack of sleep, and home life, that I just had to have a break down.
I’m definitely still extremely tired, but not feeling like my world is coming to an end.
Trying to stay positive.
The American dream.
I hate the thought of the American dream. The typical life goal that everyone sets for themselves. I’m sick of thinking that my goals should be as cliché as everyone else’s.
I don’t want it. I don’t want to get married, and I don’t want to have kids, I don’t want to have a office 8-5 job and I don’t want to be conservative. I hate that, that’s not me. This person I’m becoming is not me. This is what people expect of me and I am not down with the idea. I don’t want to grow up at twenty one and work my life away, barely scraping by. I’m so exhausted, I’m mentally and physically drained of my life. -A
Gym observation.
Tattooed gym ladies have a bond, an unspoken bond. Now I’m not going to go all out and say all tattooed gym ladies, but for the few that I have run into at the gym, do. We will ignore all others, not even glance up at someone for a second, we are focused and we have priorities. But as soon as we notice another girl with the obvious mutual love for body art, we make eye contact, and we instantly acknowledge each other. It is completely subconsciously, I didnt even realize I’ve been doing this until today. I love it. We need to stick together. -A
Saucy Saturdays.
I don’t care what any woman in a serious relationship says. We LIKE to be flattered. We LIKE to go out and be reminded that we are actually appealing.
We go for long periods of time being casual with our significant other, it’s only those rare few guys out there that make you feel truly beautiful while you are together over a long period of time.
But women need to be wooed and spoiled and hit on from time to time. I often ind myself being hit on when I go out, and it helps so much with my self esteem. I often forget that I’m attractive in the least, I often doubt that I have anything appealing about me at all. It so important to be reminded that yes, you aren’t disgusting.
The calm after the storm.
You always hear the saying The calm before the storm, where as you’re basically anticipating hell swallowing you up. But you never hear the saying The calm after the storm… Where the sky is bright and sunny again, but you have all this damage that needs to be fixed, yet you’ve seen how bad it can get, and you’re just happy to be breathing.
And that, my friends, is where I’m at today. Happy. Happy to be breathing, and to have a man that loves me (even though he is a ridiculously talented lazy bastard). Happy to have my friends, and spend time with them (even though I have to travel to see them, and it’s very rare).
This weekend I spent a lot of time talking to my old buddies, the ones I use to throw down with every weekend, and we were all on top of the world.. Now everyone is “married”, not literally married, but at points in their lives that they have settled down with someone, they work everyday, and they stay in on the weekends. It hit me that I am not the only lame ass “married” chick out there. Everyone’s lives has settled down, and everyone is okay with that. That’s how life works, it doesn’t get to be fast passed for your entire life!
Once I realized this, I think I felt much better, knowing that no, I am not a complete lame ass, we are all growing up.
Saturday night I dressed up, and went out drinking with my bestfriend, we had a great time.. At least I did! I laughed an danced and chatted up with all my old buddies, it was exactly what I needed. My heart is a little more at ease, and I think everything is going to be just dandy. -A
Peeved.
I am so fucking sick and tired of being around all of these negative people all the time. I am the most optimistic person I know, and there are very few things that annoy me as much as someone shooting me down with negative comments about everything I say and do. Have a fucking open mind and let me live my damn life how I want. -A
The Daily Barefoot 