Social Media Anonymous

I have to admit it. I officially addicted to social media. You know all things on the Internet that connect people. Blogs, Facebook, reading twitter (I couldn't care less about actually tweeting), YouTube, you name it.

It's so fun finding people you haven't talked to in ages. I've recently started hanging around FaceBook. And I've found friends and relatives. It's really cool. And it doesn't take much time. I love my blog because it offers me space to really write.

And I keep track of social media at work to see how the company is mentioned so I feel pretty darn immursed in it.

Remember, the first step to fixing your addiction, admitting you have one. I have one, but I don't know if I want to fix it.

I'm mad as heck, don't know what to do about it

Tonight I finished watching the last of the five-disk series Plant Earth filmed by the BBC. I know it is a few years old and originally ran on Discovery but this is he first time I really was able to watch it.

If you are in a cave, like I was, and haven't seen it, the series highlights fantastic areas around the world and the wildlife that inhabits the areas. I don't know if the 5th disk ever was shown on TV - it is three documentaries with experts about what is happening to the planet, how humans are effecting it and what can be done to conserve the wonders of the planet we have left. It sums everything up.

The more I watched it, the more angry I became. Angry because we are destroying so many parts of the planet. So many animals, insects and plants are going extinct. We are changing the environment we live in, potentially forever. And it is beautiful. I am sad to think I may never be able to see some of these natural wonders in my lifetime.

I am worried that so many of these things will be gone soon and I feel helpless. I am mad that so many people are apathetic about the place they live and that it is shifting, parts dying. That it's too difficult for them to recycle, they are put out, they are too busy. That big oil-fueled cars make sense, that it needs to be 76 degrees in the winter and 72 in the summer in houses.

I'm at a loss. Call me a tree-hugger. Go ahead. I'm ready to find my way to help. Maybe this is my calling. I may not have been called to be a parent, to be the smartest, to have the best job. Maybe this is what I need to do. I just know I can't sit back and watch. I don't have the option.

Brrrrr

My thermometer says it's 48 outside with a gusty wind that makes it feel much colder. I know, most people in the country are dealing with much colder temperatures, but I am cold. It really reminds me that I really don't have many appropriate clothing to wear when it gets cold. I got rid of almost all of my sweaters because they were too large or just ugly. So I am down to 2 sweaters. I had to go and buy shoes that weren't as open. How silly.

I'm still cold. Where did I put those fluffy socks..?

Pooped

Work has been busy. I have two co-workers out on maternity leave (2 out 8)and one of them has a big effect on my workload. My brain is kinda fried. And on top of it, is the project I'm working on for church. I get to give my first real presentation in front of a large crowd. Sure, Dad will be there too, but it's still unnerving.

I'm ready to curl up with my fluffy blanket (it's cold outside today in west Central Florida!)and sleep.

But, at least I am feeling challeneged like I haven't in a long time. I hope this will remind my boss why I need to stick around. In these economic conditions, you can't be too careful.

Holy Moly

I've been working on a speech for a project at church off and on all week. I just sent it. I don't know how many times I have sat there with the arrow on the SEND button in the Outlook e-mail program and agonized about actually hitting it. This is one of the biggest writing projects I have been involved in and the most personal. I just want the team I am working with to like it. And that it has the impact we have set out to get. I have paced, drank espresso, and read it out loud again and again. I hit the button and it's gone so I can't take it back. But I have butterflies. Big ones. This is a proving ground for me. Holy moly.