#it'shard

[koachkev]

Sacrifice

The balancing act walking the tight rope keeps us focused on the tasks ahead. Everything we want to achieve, there’s a sacrifice to make to get there. There can’t be victory without sacrifice, it’s a piece of the puzzle. When all the pieces come together we can see the big picture. If we expect to sacrifice something to get what we want, we will not get discouraged and become victims.

There is no achievement without sacrifice and we can’t have what we want without sacrificing a piece of us. The saying, “no pain no gain” is not negative, it is the truth. When we are feeling the pain, this is the sacrifice and showing us we are moving forward. Reward comes from the pain of sacrifice. 

Be willing,

Hard parts,

Change expectations.

If we except to breeze through life without a unforeseen complications it will keep us from accomplishing what we want. When moving towards our goal  there will be sacrifice making it difficult. When we see sacrifice as a piece of the puzzle, then we know all the pieces will eventually make the whole picture

[justamomandakeyboard]

Saying Goodbye

It’s going to happen. You get all settled, you work out the kinks in how you deal with each other, you have a schedule that works. And then, one day, for a million possible reasons, you have to say goodbye. 

Good therapists become like family. (I suppose the argument that bad therapists do too could be made as being disappointed, frustrated and hurt is common enough among blood kin. But I digress.) If they stick around long enough, they’re going to see you and your kid(s) at your worst and your best. And they don’t hold either against you. They don’t lose it when you forget the extra clothes for toilet training or the compression vest that keeps your son’s temper in check. They keep extra snacks on hand for when meals just don’t happen on time, and they accept that they are not always the top of your priority list when it comes to life. They smile whether your kid is in clean clothes with a clean face or still in their pj’s with breakfast accumulated at the corners of their mouth and sleep in their eyes. 

We are saying goodbye to a therapist today. In this case, she’s being promoted in the clinic to a leadership position and so will no longer have time to act as a ‘normal’ therapist. We knew this day was coming for some time, as her training to overtake this roll began some months ago, but we wanted to keep her as long as possible. She will at least still be around, so Mr. G will get his loves every once in awhile when she’s at the clinic. 

In this case, we aren’t worried about the future. His hours are being taken over by another therapist we are very familiar with who works well with Mr. G and is very reliable. We are, of course, sad to lose the previous therapist as she’d been with Mr. G for over a year and he loved seeing her. But having a replacement that we know and trust lined up helps with the transition. 

~justamomandakeyboard

[wifi-the-wireless-blog]

旦

((Well then we should fix that sometime, shouldn't we~?))

[youknowyouliveinbeijingwhen]

When i try to find my way in Beijing clubs private rooms

[thirty-what-blog]

Hello, Monday.

I love my job .

I work for myself, so how can I not love my hours, boss, schedule, HR department, and overall package?  My compensation directly reflects my production.  I do *exactly* what I decide (different from what I feel like, so let's clarify that point) on the schedule that I decide.  And I decide a bang-up schedule.  When I'm needed, I work on Friday nights and weekends.  When I'm not, I go to the barn, or the mountains, or out with my friends.

I do a really good job at my job.

Really.

I know that's true.  I've thought about it and thought about it, tossed it around my head, jumbled it up against all of my experience with *other* bosses, and scrutinized from every angle, under the harsh light of self doubt.

And unquestionably, I do a fantastic job...

...so this stupid angst and self doubt and ugly knot in my stomach and perpetual slight-right-forehead-tension-headache are getting old.  I'm tired of the dread every time I click on my inbox.  The I-can't-face-another-voicemail fatigue.  The "well, it'll be easier to address this invoice with a little cocktail in hand" myth.

Because it's not that easy. 

And I don't feel strong enough to handle it.

Even though I do--in the end--handle it.

So clearly I can.

When will I believe that I can (do what I'm already doing)?

Hello, Monday.

Go Team, let's show this week what (we should know) we've got.

[ibelievethatwe-uswnt]

:/

I love someone that I shouldn't! It's hard to stop.

[nobodybutadaydreamer]

IT'S HARD

"It's hard to think." "It's hard to expect." "It's hard to take a risk." "It's hard to accept the fact." "It's hard to be patient." "It's hard to wait." "It's hard to confess." "It's hard to confront someone." "It's hard to know the truth." "It's hard to make a deal." "It's hard to choose." "It's hard to compete with someone else." "It's hard to start all over again." "It's hard to trust someone." "It's hard to cry in front of a person." "It's hard to keep your thoughts." "It's hard to wish the impossibility."

[canceremoslut]

Day 3 of Insanity

I get it. It's hard. I'm always asking myself if I'm doing the moves right. Like the heisman and log jumps. Hopefully I can get the hang of it.