I learned this week…
…that oral presentations aren’t all that bad. (insert cheesy laugh track here) I’m just kidding. Oral presentations suck. However, they do get easier. And by easier, I mean that I only wanted to pass out once or twice and the uncontrollable shaking only lasted for half of the class period this time. Progress.
…that middle school crushes are complicated. My daughter likes a boy. He likes her back. Sounds simple so far – trust me it’s not. Just getting to that admission was mind-blowing. Now, as Valentine’s Day approaches, the question of what to give this boy in celebration of the Hallmark holiday has surfaced. Card? Stuffed bear? Box of chocolates. This week, I quietly trailed behind her in the seasonal aisle of my favorite big box store as she grappled with this difficult decision. After twenty minutes or so, she decided on an oversize Hersey Kiss. I thought it was a good call. Getting a boy something too affectionate or personal at this stage of the game is risky business. Equally risky, I’ve discovered, is the mode of delivery. She tells me that she can’t very well roll up to the park on her bike and hand him a giant Hersey Kiss in front of his friends. That would be the kiss of death (har har). No, she’s given this a lot of thought, consulted with many of her little girlfriends. The general consensus among the great minds – she should most definitely drop, ring, and run. This should prove interesting.
…that I am an introvert. This is not a revelation, I took the Myers-Brigg personality test years ago – several times, in fact, just in case I was doing it wrong. I am a ISTJ and scored 1oo% introvert every single time. As I age, I’ve learned to deal with it, and what I once viewed as a near crippling personality flaw, I’ve grown to accept and even, embrace. This enlightenment, if you will, has aided in my journey of self-discovery, given me the courage to try new things, and overall, helped me grow comfortable in my own skin. Susan Cain’s book Quiet – The Power of Introverts in a World that Can’t Stop Talking is a must read for introverts trying to find their place and purpose in this life. I’ve got a list of folks who could use a copy of this book. Maybe if they understood me a bit better they would stop bugging me to speak up and contribute to debates I find pointless and beneath me. Yes, I know – I am an elitist introvert. Or so my husband tells me. Sue me.
…that another great musical voice has been silenced. I am saddened and aggrieved by the loss of Whitney Houston. Premature death, no matter the circumstances, is a tragic thing and one that deserves a measure of understanding and compassion, if for no other reason, than for those who are left behind to grieve the unimaginable loss of a loved one.
…that four weeks into “Yoga for a Grade” I find myself looking forward to the class. I still think the instructor is a flake, and that she has failed to read the college’s catalog description of the course. There is no way this class is beginner level, but I’ve kept up, and though my hamstrings have not quite gotten with the program, I feel my core strengthening and my stamina increasing. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I enjoy this class, but I don’t dread it. Now, that might change if she makes us do another elementary level art project. That was just humiliating.
***Warning! Pet Peeve of the Week***
…that nothing make me angrier (and this is a bold statement because there is a lot of things that make me angry) than being manipulated and threatened, no matter how veiled.
…and last, but not least, this week’s awww moment is brought to you by this adorable, and quite photogenic, kitty getting all spruced up for a night out. I don’t know the source of this photo because my husband shared it with me. If you don’t smile at this picture, then you need to see a doctor about that heartless whole in your chest. Enjoy.