I’ve been looking online for ear plugs but the type I’m searching for haven’t been brought to market yet.

Things jump out at me sometimes.  A friend or former colleague comes across my mind and within a couple of days I run into them or hear from them. (I’m talking about people I haven’t seen in years!)   Or, I notice something that’s always around me and activity happens to the thing I’ve noticed.  This has happened all of my life.  When I was younger, it made me uncomfortable and so I refused the gift.  Recently, these small hunches have been returning, frequently enough that I’ve noticed.

I put the photos in frames at least a year ago but walking by them recently they jumped out at me from their perch on top of the bookshelf in the penthouse (lol).  The penthouse is what I call the third floor of our house because it’s mostly my husband’s domain. (It reminds me of his 12th floor apartment that he lived in while we were dating.)

Sometimes you can’t be glad for what it is, but you can definitely be glad for what it ain’t.  My mother passed this philosophy on to me from my great grandfather, known as Papa Pillow in our family.  “Be thankful for what it ain’t.” Straightforward and accurate, Papa Pillow’s phrase conjures up a list of things that I’m grateful not to be grappling with:

One of my pet peeves about doing facilitation and training is that I generally don’t get paid on the day I’ve done the workshop even when I’ve been promised the payment on delivery. In the past month – two clients didn’t pay me.  One "forgot to put in the check request." The other left the check on her desk and couldn’t get into her office on the weekend when the workshop was.