Uh oh. Like so many people, I created a bucket list. In the past month, some things have happened to put one of the items into motion to make it happen. This scares me a little bit. Or a lot.
The particular bucket list item is speaking at a conference in front of other human resources professionals, attorneys, business owners, and probably a lot of people smarter than me. Or I. Or one. Or whatever.
According to a variety of polls, public speaking is the number one fear of most American people. In fact, the Washington Post reported that more people are afraid of public speaking than clowns. That means public speaking is REALLY SCARY.
I did something else really scary a few years back. I remember thinking that at age 29, I had gotten into a frumpy hum-drum rut in my life. I decided to shake things up by bungee jumping for my 30th birthday. My jump was more of a bungee fall, as the only way I could overcome the desire for self-preservation (and unclench my hands from the railing) was to turn around and “fall” backwards off the platform. But, I did it.
Actually more exciting than the bungee falling was the feeling of joie de vivre that stayed with me for quite a while. “Joie de vivre” or “exuberant enjoyment of life” is something that we all need to have…..at least once in a while, and I think that’s why we make bucket lists.
So, in 2017, make a bucket list, do something challenging, put the “joie” back in your life on a regular basis.
Junior, our resident Wonder Cat is sick and I spend a lot of my day trying to make him feel better and get better. Junior, who is a gray long haired mixed ancestry cat, is our sweet cat. We also have Squeally, a calico with an opinion. And an attitude.
Junior tore his ACL (or the cat equivalent) about six weeks ago. We don’t know how, other than we went to bed on a Thursday night and everything was fine, but Friday morning he was hobbling on three legs. We guess that he either jumped up or down from someplace high, and being slightly overweight and not going to the gym and working out, (wait, that’s me) he tore his ACL.
So, we promptly got him into the vet, who gave us pain meds and anti-inflammatory meds and he basically slept on a pillow for the next week or so. We didn’t realize that he wasn’t eating and that cats who don’t eat can go into Hepatic Lipidosis (a/k/a Fatty Liver). When cats go into a malnourished state, their bodies move fat to the liver to create energy. Quite often they turn jaundiced and if not caught quickly, suffer organ damage and death.
We caught Junior’s jaundice but we are fighting a long war not a short battle. He is going in for IV fluids a few times a week (trying to keep him hydrated and flush the toxins out) and we are feeding him whatever and whenever he will eat. We have to convince his body that he isn’t starving any more and to stop sending fat to the liver. He is ahead of the game because he is still eating, but not eating as much as the vet would like.
So, if you like cats, send good thoughts toward Junior and his liver.We’ll keep up the trips to the vet, opening little cans of stinky cat food, and generally babying our big tomcat.
One way that I know I have a new haircut, other than the obvious reason that I was present when it was done, is that I have a really cute lock of hair that wants to fall into my left eye. However, that lock of hair is blended and balanced into a chic updated “do” that takes ten years off my age. (Or so my stylist promised.)
I remember a long time ago our moms and grandmothers used to visit the beauty salon and spend several hours there getting beautiful. Some women even visited their salon weekly. There were times I went with my Mom and I just didn’t get why these women would want to come into a chemical scented place, with hot dryers that imprisoned you in a chair, boring magazines, and lots of chitchat. One home salon that my mom visited for a while also had a small TV where women could watch their soap operas while getting their hair done. (Apparently, what is old is new again, because we now have a couple of local barber shops with multiple big screen TVs.)
I remember my Mom and my friends’ moms being gussied up after a visit to the beauty shop, but also that they were a little more relaxed, happy, and willing to tolerate us kids a little better. Short of the beauty shop serving wine (which makes you wonder if they did), there must be something to taking time out for yourself and being pampered a little bit.
As a child, this just didn’t make sense to me. As I got older and directed my own coiffure, I steered toward quick “in and out” chain salons that were identical from town to town. Getting my hair styled was a chore, just like standing in line at the bank or washing my car.
Ironically, now that my hair is a little thinner and has a lot more natural highlighting (which shows up when you have a teenager in the house) I want to go back to the beauty parlor days. I want to slow down, read some magazines, indulge in chitchat, and take time to be pampered a little bit.
Maybe a little beauty parlor time is what we are lacking in our rush-rush society today. Just think how relaxed (and pretty) everyone would be if they just went to the old fashioned beauty salon once in a while.