Why can't we all get along???

It's been an interesting day today. I left work with the thought, "Why do adults find it necessary to play games?" I have an acquaintance that seems to go out of her way to cause difficulty for other people. She's somewhat passive-aggressive so she never confronts people when she plays these games, she always goes behind their backs. I've watched her do this to people for several years. She's absolutely masterful. She slowly undermines until she gets her task completed. If someone calls her out on her games, she turns it into a situation where she acts as if the other person is being paranoid. Well, I fell victim to her agenda today.

It makes me wonder what makes a person feel that they need to act like this? Is it a control issue? Is it a self-esteem issue -- maybe these people feel that they need to knock other people down to feel better about themselves....OR are people that play these games just mean? Do they take pleasure in making life hard for others?

I guess the bottom line in my opinion is..........life is too short to play games. While it may be naive of me to ponder the thought........why can't we all just get along?

End of the Weekend

The three-day weekend is over. I had looked forward to it for a month. It was a pretty good weekend. My daughter came home from a ten-day mission trip, I got to see my wonderful grandson all three days of the weekend and had a little bit of down time.

It's funny that I look forward to the weekends and the down time they bring when, most of the time, the down time that I crave happens during the work week in the evenings. There's something nice about the routine and predictability of the work week that I definitely appreciate.

Hopefully this week will prove to be a good week with low levels of stress and frustration and high levels of happiness and peace.

Empty Nesting Over

My teenaged daughter comes home today after a ten-day mission trip. In anticipation of her being gone, I thought about how much reading and relaxing I would be able to get done. I had great intentions of getting into an exercise routine. How much have I read? Maybe 10 pages. How much relaxing have I done? Not much. Did I get into an exercise routine? Nope. What did I do? I have no idea. I've been busy the whole time she's been gone, but when I think back over the last nine days I couldn't tell you what I've been doing.

As I sit here this morning surfing the internet, it makes me wonder how much of my time I spend mindlessly looking at Facebook, checking email, looking at author blogs....the list goes on. Could I have spent the last nine days surfing the internet in my spare time? Surely not. I went to work. I've gone to puppy training class a couple times. I went to book club. I went to an author reading and signing. I went shopping with my daughter a couple times. I had dinner with my daughter, son-in-law and grandson one night. Life.