My favorite way of connecting with family and friends is email and Facebook. Although seen impersonal by some/many, the timezone difference between me in the West Coast and most everyone else on the East Coast, makes electronic communication a solution for me. I prefer face to face communications, but I have come to enjoy the richness of words and pictures to connect.
If an important issue arises, short of a quick flight east, a phone call or text message to connect for a phone is a must.
My resolutions to be healthier, happier and improving my work/life balance has been doing well so far. I guess the progress that is most impressive for me is listening to how I feel. If I am frustrated I talk to myself why and what I can do to change the situation or my perception of the situation.
I can only change my behavior or reactions to others.
This simple little fact has made most of the difference.
I have been struggling for months (okay years really) on my various stories. I have journaled on and off for years.
In my quest for anything that would help me trigger memories, stories, or emotions, I searched or journaling prompts. I found
the Blog’s title at trycreativewritting.com (catchy url). The prompt caught my eye. It’s something prolific my mother would say.
I started at 11 to write a few prolific words in my lock-key dairy things like: “Went to school today.” I would do anything for those old diaries and notebooks. I like most teenagers in the 1970s had emotion angst about David Cassidy and Donny Osmond, that my world was sure to come to an end if I never met them or be able to watch “The Partridge Family” or any variety show with Osmonds in their line-up.
Unfortunately most of my earliest journals were lost, after my mother found a copy of the book, My Mother, MySelf by Nancy Friday. Mother, a devout Puerto Rican Catholic, (yeah they are different strand of Catholicism) was very upset thinking that I (at the time the tender age of 18) was blaming her for all my life troubles. I was my mother’s oldest and a daughter at that who was trying to search for life’s meaning at a tender young age. My mom’s goal was make sure I would not be another statistic; less than 10% of Puerto Ricans in NYC graduated from High School, less than 1% of them went on to college; the unwed teenage pregnancy among Puerto Rican girls was astronomical (something like 50%).
My early journalling expressed my fears of not becoming a statistic and getting an education my own mother was denied by her father.
How could I achieve that goal when every day was the same? Every morning followed night. Every night followed day.
Forty years later, I did perserve. But I became another statistic. A NY woman of Puerto Rican descent who graduated from college, attained an MBA and has a successful career in technology.
Just taking one step at a time, one day after another.
What will tomorrow bring?
I enjoy traveling on vacation. However my friend Harley and family have enjoyed some of the most exciting family vacations ever.
Here’s their site http://bassman.net/
As I have gotten older words and definitions have become more important, especially in an social environment that at times becomes devisive. Here are two words that I feel are important.
Diversity is the full range of human and/or organizational differences and similarities—inclusive of everyone.
Inclusion is the process of leveraging the power of the differences and similarities to effectively integrate everyone into the culture of the organization.
Wishing all a happy and healthy Thanksgiving!
Thanks to all our veterans and service men and women for their commitment, work and sacrifice.