This is my office. It is not big or fancy, but I am making it work.
On the far left you will see a rosary, cross and picture on the wall. This set has been in our family for 5 generations, my grandfather passed it on to me. It is all made by hand and it means a lot to me. My bookcase houses a combination of resources, supplies and inspiration. You would also see the books that I am in the process of reviewing for various authors. Also included, one would see the books I have to read for my 2 book clubs, one of which I run. One shelve houses some of my lighthouses, colorful stones and shells. Other books included are for my research, reading pleasure and writings. On the right are my cockatiels. They are normally let loose 95 percent of the time. The norm is one will be on me or on my keyboard at any given time. But they are my relaxation and stress release mechanism. What you don’t see are the many bookcases that surround this room.
I do have two doors I can close when I need the quiet. I know it is not much but for the moment it’s ok
The old classic to help a person sleep- counting sheep. It has worked for generations for many people, well except for me. When I try to count sheep one of the following will happen.
-The sheep will run up to the fence and stop on a dime, refusing to jump.
-The sheep will run to the fence and take a big leap. However halfway over they fall onto the fence.
-The sheep will be running up to the fence and instead of jumping will go around.
-I will see a variety of sheep-white,black, spotted. In my mind I will start separating them into groups.
My mind just over analyzes the situation. Instead of seeing white fluffy sheep jumping over a fence, I have chaos and mayhem. My brain gets so worked up the last thing I am doing is sleeping. Yelling at them in my mind apparently does not work either. How hard can it be? It is not rocket science. I am not sure why my brain goes into overload. Somewhere along the way I must have missed the memo on how to do this properly. Yet after all the failed attempts, I still continue to try. Until I get it right, the golf channel will have to do. The best way for me right now to fall asleep.
I tell my son this is the job for him. Yes I know, most mothers would push their children to be doctors or lawyers. Just think about it. My weatherman has been predicting rain for 2 weeks- still no rain. I guess he figures if he keeps on predicting it he will be right one day. Right? One day my son and I were heading out to do an errand and it was raining. While waiting at a stop light, the weatherman’s voice came over the radio-his prediction was a day of sunshine. My son and I looked at each other and thought HUH? The commercial breaks came on and we just continued to wait for the light to turn green. Soon the weatherman came back over the airwaves and announced there was now rain in the forecast. We kid that he must have looked outside the window of his office and saw the rain. A good case of egg on face.
We expect them to be wrong. Or maybe we are not surprise when they are. My thought pattern is this- when I wake up and go outside is when I know what it will be like for the day. Granted the weathermen of the world get it right most of the time- don’t get me wrong. With so much technology out there for meteorologist , they have being right on their side. Still for the most part people don’t appear to be to surprise when they are wrong. Weather is not a 100 percent predictable science. With odds like that , why not go into this field? People are happy when you are right and not surprise when you are not. How many jobs can say that? So yes I kid my son he should become a weatherman. It seems from this standpoint a win win.