I have an unfortunate tendency to hold on to those negative feelings associated with my career veering wildly off course, in a direction I had very purposely sought to avoid. I am glad to be employed and to have benefits (especially health insurance) but my salary has taken a significant hit in the last several years and my professional status is quite diminished. Professionally, I wonder if I will ever recover. Poor, poor me. Many people are in dire straits with no job, some with more brains and skills than I possess and still more with fewer qualifications or family resources. I have to remind myself of this sad fact in order to prevent myself from drowning in a mucky pool of unearned self-pity.
In my pre-Flagstaff days, a temporary case of the blues could be easily conquered by a trip to Ann Taylor with my friend Jennifer who would supportively declare, as I feign indecision about whether or not to purchase yet another dainty cardigan with 3/4 sleeves, "You deserve it!". Heavy sigh! Flagstaff does not have an Ann Taylor, and Jennifer is hundreds of miles away in Kentucky. What's a girl to do?
If the Great Recession (did it really end?) taught us anything it was that buying stuff often creates more problems than it actually solves. Better, more effective ways of coping do exist. Yoga, deep breathing . . .
I am not one to stop and smell the roses but do appreciate a good view of the wildflowers and have even been know to pick a few for a display in the family room. My bike commute has provided me with an excellent opportunity for enjoying wildflowers.
I'll be honest that I must make a conscious decision to let go of my obsessive career ruminations in favor of redirecting my attention to wild flowers. I am not a totally at ease with the outdoors and nature but it is something that I've gotten used to and learned to appreciate. I definitely believe that being out in nature is good for mental and physical health so when, at the end of the day, I find myself dwelling on the negative, I make a concerted effort to focus on the flowers - their colors, leaves, the hummingbirds feeding off of them, and whether or not I can harvest seeds for our backyard.
Stopping to look at the wildflowers is just another reason why I bike. You can bet that I wouldn't do this in the car. I'd just stew and grip the steering wheel all the way home. Biking to work and to where I need to go helps me live in the here and now.
|Lousewort flower (I think)|
Recently, a Louisville blogger who I read commented on his blog reading SRAB is like being on vacation. What a great compliment, and I felt motivated to take some pictures of the wildflowers that I see on my ride to and from work.
|Some kind of Yarrow.|