Life has sped up dramatically now that it's holiday season in the retail world. This is a world that I only plan to inhabit temporarily ... not a place I plan to stay for very long. And November is already almost over.
I survived Black Friday in Freeport with nothing major to report. It was busy, but I was stationed behind my favorite barrier: the register. I had people coming to me, eager to leave the hustle and bustle, waiting to find out how much the heap of clothing they passed to me was all going to cost them. "Does this include the extra 40% off clearance!?" "Are you sure that's the correct price for those silk camis!?" "That sweater was 25% off, did it ring up correctly!?" Yes. Yes. Yes. Just swipe your credit card and sign the pin pad and you can be on your merry way to the next shop. All in all though, it was a good day. I was in a great mood, and I was prepared for an onslaught of rudeness that - miraculously - never came.
Now it's Sunday. It's still the weekend. There will still be shoppers ravaging the piles of neatly folded clothes only to find that their size was at the top. And there will still be patient employees waiting to come behind them and make some sense of the pile, only for the next customer to do it again. Yes, retail is an interesting experience.
In a little over a month I will be moving to Massachusetts, away from clothing retail, away from a frigid house that never seems to fully warm up no matter how raging the fire is, away from friends that I have already made in such a short time, and into the arms of a warm and loving family. It's bittersweet, and I still have a month to enjoy here. And I plan to do so as thoroughly as possible. Yet I still find my mind coming back to the anticipation of moving, and I find myself quite excited. Only a little over a month left. And November is already almost over.
That being said, it is now time for me to get ready to go to work. Wish me luck!
Cheers.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
regarding silence and alone.
The fire is crackling away in the wood stove, and the dogs are snoring ... so I suppose it's not all that quiet in here after all. But there's something about silence.
Sitting still, quietly, listening, alone. I seem to be doing this a lot lately. And you know, it's not so lonely in the end. It's hard to move to a new place where you don't know anyone, and even when you live with people, it can feel really lonely. All the people you know are far away, and it's hard to call them because the cell phone service out here is abysmal. And yet, if I sit still and listen to my breath, and focus on the fact that alone isn't a bad thing, then I don't feel quite so lonely.
"But lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless, and lonely is healing if you make it." [Tanya Davis.]
I've been living in Maine for about six months now. Time goes by unbelievably fast. It's hard to believe that it was six months ago that I moved up here with the intention of working on a schooner until October. I still love boats. But I'm glad that I made the decision to leave that particular one. And I count my blessings as often as I remember to do so - which is reasonably often - that I had a place to stay while looking for a new home, and a job. And I count my blessings as often as I can that I found a nice place to live and a job that makes ends meet. Life isn't perfect, but it could be so much worse. I am really quite happy here. And I'm learning how to be alone. And that's important. Alone is important. Together isn't always an option. And sometimes alone is better anyway. Even if alone is with a warm fire and two dozing dogs.
"Cause if you're happy in your head then solitude is blessed and alone is okay." [Tanya Davis.]
In January I plan to move. To be with Scott. And in that case, together will more often be an option. But it is still important to be alone. Because alone is okay, and together is not always what we need. So that being said, I am very excited to be moving to live with Scott. And then in the not-so-distant future we hope to move again.
And that is what I have to look forward to. And that is what I must add to my blessings that will be counted as often as possible.
Cheers.
Sitting still, quietly, listening, alone. I seem to be doing this a lot lately. And you know, it's not so lonely in the end. It's hard to move to a new place where you don't know anyone, and even when you live with people, it can feel really lonely. All the people you know are far away, and it's hard to call them because the cell phone service out here is abysmal. And yet, if I sit still and listen to my breath, and focus on the fact that alone isn't a bad thing, then I don't feel quite so lonely.
"But lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless, and lonely is healing if you make it." [Tanya Davis.]
I've been living in Maine for about six months now. Time goes by unbelievably fast. It's hard to believe that it was six months ago that I moved up here with the intention of working on a schooner until October. I still love boats. But I'm glad that I made the decision to leave that particular one. And I count my blessings as often as I remember to do so - which is reasonably often - that I had a place to stay while looking for a new home, and a job. And I count my blessings as often as I can that I found a nice place to live and a job that makes ends meet. Life isn't perfect, but it could be so much worse. I am really quite happy here. And I'm learning how to be alone. And that's important. Alone is important. Together isn't always an option. And sometimes alone is better anyway. Even if alone is with a warm fire and two dozing dogs.
"Cause if you're happy in your head then solitude is blessed and alone is okay." [Tanya Davis.]
In January I plan to move. To be with Scott. And in that case, together will more often be an option. But it is still important to be alone. Because alone is okay, and together is not always what we need. So that being said, I am very excited to be moving to live with Scott. And then in the not-so-distant future we hope to move again.
And that is what I have to look forward to. And that is what I must add to my blessings that will be counted as often as possible.
Cheers.
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