Unbelievable

I’m exhausted today.

I was finishing up yesterday’s quote post, when I got invited by Sophia to another live show out at the venue where we went Friday night. I battled my guilt – I felt horrible for leaving my kids home a second night this weekend. But I couldn’t pass it up.

So instead of staying home and working on my fiction piece, and watering the gardens, I readied myself for another evening out. It was hotter than it had been Friday night, and after arriving at the venue and finding a spot to sit outside, I realized I should have worn my hair up and less makeup. I literally felt like I was melting.

Soon the music started and the sun went down, though. Between Sophia and the group of people we were with, and the music, I was able to ignore the uncomfortable heat – that and the Redd’s I had opted to drink since I had completely obliterated their small stock of Angry Orchard the previous night.

It’s been a very impromptu weekend.

On top of all of the activity, I didn’t sleep well last night, waking at 115am, 230am, 5am. . . I did sleep until 9, but after two nights of live music and shit for sleep, I’m feeling rather lethargic today. I did drive out to the cemetery this morning. But otherwise I’ve wandered around the house half heartedly picking up miscellaneous items, written some, and am debating a nap. Chase isn’t feeling well, either. One of his mysterious fevers popped up early this afternoon, keeping him from his families festivities. The house is quiet and cool. The more I think about laying down and shutting my eyes the more pleasant it sounds.

But for now, let me get this quote post out of the way.

“Oh! If people knew what a comfort to a horse a light hand is. . .” – Anna Sewell

Anna Sewell is the author of Black Beauty, and obviously this came from that book. Also quite obvious is the fact that she is referencing an actual horse.

Being that I have no experience with the animal, I’ve opted to take a less literal approach to the quote.

Because it is important to approach us humans in the same fashion.

You can’t browbeat and yell and be over zealous when it comes to dealing with people. You can’t expect to treat people with callousness and then expect good results.

Humans are fragile creatures. We just are.

The nicer you are, the better your results are.

I’ve managed for a good majority of my working years – In fact, I’ve been in a supervisory role at almost every job I’ve held since I was 18 years old. I’ve also always had someone above me though, and so I have developed a way to talk to people and get things accomplished by both experience and seeing how others do the job.

I’ve had some shitty supervisors, let me tell you. They taught me what not to do.

I had an employee tell me one time that I had a way of telling someone that they are doing a shitty job without offending them, and in turn making them want to do the job better.

That’s probably one of the best compliments I’ve ever received.

Similarly, you need to treat your kids this way, too. You can’t be nasty to them and mean and talk down to them and expect them to grow up to be decent human beings.

And no different is your every day interactions with people. Treat others with kindness and they will do the same for you. It isn’t rocket science.

I did stop writing to take my nap, and then talk with Sophia a bit.

“Did you write about the orbs?” she asked me.

I hadn’t, because I didn’t know how I felt about it. Sophia was excited by it. I, on the other hand, was quite bewildered by the experience.

Both Friday evening and Saturday evening, while videoing the respective shows on her phone, she noted orbs in the viewing area. Those not familiar with the supernatural may not be familiar with the term. I had heard of it before, but never personally witnessed it.

Basically, a spirit creates an energy that is viewed as a little floating light source by a camera. It’s not visible to just the naked eye.

Some surmise its the reflection of other lights.

Whatever the case may be, there was first just one orb, and then two, and then a third while she was filming the show on Facebook Live on Friday night, as well as through her normal video on her phone . . . and again on Saturday night.

“It’s your dad!” she told me excitedly, the first time she saw it. I looked at the video on her phone as she recorded and had to take a step back. “Holy shit,” I said.

It didn’t show up on my phone, though.

“Why would he show up on mine and not yours?” she asked me.

“Because I blatantly told him no creepy ghost stuff,” I told her laughing. I do believe in ghosts, spirits, what ever you may call them. I had taken into consideration that my dad was one to pull a good prank on someone. The night he passed, I laid in my dark apartment and said out loud, “Look, Dad. No creepy ghost shit, okay? I love you, I miss you, and I would give anything to have you back. But scaring the shit out of me for a laugh just isn’t allowed.” And I considered the conversation closed. Real or not, I wasn’t taking any chances.

I’ve seen little signs from my dad – Free Bird and other songs play randomly when it seems I need them most. I’ve found pins in the house like the ones he used to poke his cigarette filters with. Paperwork has shown up that I couldn’t find. And in fact, as Sophia and I sat in a drive through Friday evening, Stairway to Heaven came on. I believe in little signs.

But this orb shit. . . man.

Anyway, secondarily after my short hour nap, I decided to look a little more into how to get paid to write.

I mean, I obviously don’t have a manuscript to send out right this second, and I want to get the ball rolling.

Um, why did I forget that I know about freelance writing?

After some research I found several sites that have writing job postings, no different than Career Builder or Monster for regular jobs that I’ve used for almost every job I’ve held for the last ten years.

So I bid for a couple. I mean, what’s it going to hurt?

You have to start somewhere.

I’m feeling a bit all over the place today, so pardon my scattered thought process. I touched on the quote and some other important topics, as well. This weekend has been absolutely wild emotionally, and I think this post conveys that well.

Happy Sunday, folks. Take time to treat others with kindness, embrace impromptu situations, believe in the unbelievable, follow your intuition, and take a chance on yourself. It’s all so important in this life.