The Continuing Saga...
Wednesday, January 02, 2013
So, allow me to explain my absence, for those who follow my blog like a trail of low-fat breadcumbs...
I was busy.
Like, srsly. So srsly I can't even write the whole word.
And in fact, I am still busy, but if I do not step away from my ever-ringing phone I am going to impale someone with it. Beginning with unusually-loud coworker next door. (Who today is unusually quiet).
I am--shock and awe--actually working at work since about mid-December. This is, for once, kind of nice. It's nice to feel needed. And appreciated. And just, well, known.
It sounds kind of odd, but did you every just appreciate the fact that someone just knew you really well? I think I neglect it. Far more than I should, in fact. It shows a deep lack of respect for humankind, and I am def not all about that.
Sidebar: Humans of the world, I salute you and your awesome.
It became apparent to me how well people know me over Christmas and the New Year Holiday. Christmas, for instance. My grandmother got me a giant green mug that has a flying witch, the word "WICKED" emblazoned on it, a quote which states, "Don't make me call the flying monkeys!", and out of which I can drink copious amounts of coffee.
I was in love.
Mom and Dad got us all new bedding, which has turned my mediocre sleeping location into a glorious gold-and-lavender princess bed (which I allow Husband and Cat to sleep in).
And the coup de gras of gifts, especially from Momsie and Popsicle to me: A Cape Cod bracelet.
And that's all I have to say about that. Because those who know me know why that's a big deal.
All gifting aside, there were so many instances of people just knowing who I am over this break (for which I am SO grateful)...
Dad holding cousin Lukas instead of me, so I can eat my Beef Wellington Christmas dinner after cooking all day in the kitchen.
Amanda-girl telling me she's proud of me from my 5-mile race time yesterday. (48:40. Love ya' babe).
Husband going to see Les Miserables with me, even though he is not a musical theater fan.
Brother getting me a Fitton necklace for Christmas in bright pink.
Mom telling me I was a great host for the holidays.
I think we look for appreciation in the wrong ways. We're looking more for compliments to prove to to ourselves how appreciated we are. Especially from those who will give it to us the least (like our jobs. Gag). Appreciation should rarely be looked for by means of a compliment, but by the actions of those who love you. They mean SO much more, and are worth their weight in saffron.
(I like food better than precious metals. Hence saffron as opposed to gold. Deal).
"Good job on that report, Smith," should never bear the same weight as a best friend giving you Beatles-themed Trivial Pursuit and a bottle of wine for Christmas. It would be a crime of huge proportions. Who wants to be even remotely compared with someone's boss anyway?
(Assuming most of us dislike our bosses. If your boss is wicked cool, please disregard the above statements.)
Appreciation comes in the way someone shows you that they "get" you. There is no better feeling than that in the world.
So for my new year campaign, I am advocating we recognize the ways in which people "know" us. We work so hard to "be" somebody. But if we look around at those that love us, we can see easily that to them, we already are.
Peace in 2013, y'all.