SueWorks

Signs from God (maybe Buddha or Confucius)

I needed to get away for a bit this afternoon so I went to Chinese lunch alone though I would have preferred to do something more social, it was all I had open to me.  The food was good, of course, and as I was paying the server asked if I had a dime.  I spilled out my few coins and I had not only a dime but also an old fortune, which said:

Look around; happiness
is trying to catch you.

As Pkin will attest I cannot throw a piece of paper away.  It might be important, you never know.

Guess what my fortune today was?

 

Human Nature

I received an email message today describing how some information I shared on Friday was incorrect, and of course, everyone that could be included on that message was.  So I researched my information and, lo and behold, the info I sent was accurate.  I responded, without writing, Dummy, learn to read a report!  And boy, did I want to.  The response to my response was "I misread the report" and it was sent only to me. 

How funny that when I'm being told that I'm wrong, everyone else is getting to see my foibles, but when excuses are being made to me for the lack of column-reading ability of others, only I get the message. 

No one wants to be held up as being misinformed, ignorant or dumb, so we make excuses.  You can't be right all the time, it's just not humanly possible though we hope we fall only when strangers are looking at us and those strangers have no impact over our lives.  The other side is that we hope we have enough friends and supporters so that they compensate for our stumbling.  You'll hear comments like, "oh the floor was slippery" or "that would have been hard for anyone to understand."  Of course, if you are the unfortunate person whom no one is backing, life just sucks. 

I worked with someone like that early in my working life.  I don't know what came first, his lack of engagement or his continually being fed to the wolves.  My nature leads me to believe, he was fed to wolves too many times; there were instances when I saw him actually trying to do something different or unique.  And then, of course, it was wasn't enough or whatever, and he would disengage.  I recall that his wife was rather successful in the business world.  I'm not saying anything one way or the other, it's just a piece of data.

So, it's Monday, and I haven't eaten breakfast yet but I've been told I was wrong and then I was no longer wrong.  What an interesting way to start a week!

In My Own Skin

My next blog skill to learn is how to create categories.  This one will be filed under, "self reflection" or some Jungian phrase that means figuring out who you really are.  It's all for you, the reader.  If I begin to repeat a topic I can quickly scan the blog to see just how redundant I am being.  The most likely situation is that I will continue to write.

I feel, more often than not, that I am pretending to be something or someone.  As a small example, when I put pantyhose on most times I think I'm putting on a costume.  I have roses on my desk top and I wonder if I'm doing it for me or for someone else.  A hours ago, their scent exploded in the room.  I wonder where it went.  That was an aside. 

I picture myself ideally, wearing a capelike coat rushing down a large concourse.  Why I am in a concourse?  I don't know.  Where do concourses live, other than airports?  I do not know.  Why a cape?  I'm not superman.  Who knows!?!  But this is how I see myself and I don't ever look like that.

So oh am I?  Why am I asking the web?  Pumpkin likes to comment that I'm brown on the outside but not on the inside.  I think I'm just as brown as a Sue can be, both on the inside and the outside.  But I wonder if I'm really being me.