Positively City Life

short stop

I’ve recently applied for and gotten a job offer with a big corporation doing reception. I have a regular customer who comes in to my cafe everyday, and she’s the office manager of said company. She mentioned to me a few weeks ago that they were looking for someone new… so I interviewed and was hired… little did I know that in the corporate world there are many… HOOPS. I had to dig up the last 7 years of my working history, including present contact info for all of them, as well as W2s and exact dates of employment. what? It’s reception work. Not doctor work. it started two weeks ago and still have to dig more stuff up. I was talking to steph last night about it, she gave me some good ole sister advise (the selfless kind) and this morning I withdrew myself from the position. HUGE relief. Just don’t see myself as a corporate gal. and I simply can’t find a W2 from 2003. This whole process has made me appreciate my cafe job more than ever. I have freedom, my voice is heard because it’s a small company, I don’t have to wear a “sports coat” or kiss corporate business people ass. I can give them decaf on the sly and be on my merry little way. xoxo

yay back on tumblr

it was a good hiatus ya’ll. xoxo

Multipurpose Post

Stephanie - ….. I don’t even know what to say to your post. maybe just a stern “ma’am” will do. it usually does the trick.

Nikki - I thought that I ran out of tears when I was going through therapy. Honestly, I’ve been to about 6 or 7 different therapists throughout my two decades of life… a few of them really made a difference, and some were just at the wrong time. I knew it was the wrong time for me because nothing changed. I didn’t feel anything different… just kinda sat there and talked in circles. The last therapist I had was AMAZING, her name was Holly and I credit her with changing my life. We accomplished so much when I was in sessions… and they all happened while I was in tears. But that’s what it does! I feel that for me, thats how I knew it was working… and that the time spent was worth it. I realized that everyone has baggage, we all just carry it differently. I hated having to end a session badly… but it happens. I’m glad that you’re going. I really do think everyone should go. I don’t know a single person who is perfectly adjusted and couldn’t use some good ole talk therapy. Without sounding completely cliche, go with the feelings and work through them. Every feeling you have is there for a reason.

Just another lazy saturday with a movie and a book… stumbled upon this amazing poem. It speaks to me in the best way.

Streaming by Hakim Sanai

When the path ignites a soul,
there’s no remaining in place.

The foot touches ground,
but not for long.

The way where love tells its secret
stays always in motion,
and there is no you there, and no reason.

The rider urges his horse to gallop,
and so doing, throws himself
under the flying hooves.

In love-unity there’s no old or new.
Everything is nothing.
God alone is.

For lovers the phenomena-veil is very transparent,
and the delicate tracings on it cannot
be explained with language.

Clouds burn off as the sun rises,
and the love-world floods with light.

But cloud-water can be obscuring,
as well as useful.

There is an affection that covers the glory,
rather than dissolving into it.

It’s a subtle difference,
like the change in Persian
from the word “friendship”
to the word “work.”

That happens with just a dot
above or below the third letter.

There is a seeing of the beauty
of union that doesn’t actively work
for the inner conversation.

Your hand and feet must move,
as a stream streams, working
as its Self, to get to the ocean.
Then there’s no more mention
of the search.

Being famous, or being a disgrace,
who’s ahead or behind, these considerations
are rocks and clogged places
that slow you. Be as naked as a wheat grain
out of its husk and sleek as Adam.

Don’t ask for anything other
than the presence.

Don’t speak of a “you”
apart from That.

A full container cannot be more full.
Be whole, and nothing.

A 80 year old woman got on the bus I was riding this morning. She was around 5 feet tall, silvery gray hair thinning out and yet still fluffy, wearing a knitted sweater vest and sweatpants, even thought it was 80 degrees today. No one stood up immediately to give her a seat in the priority seating section, so she was stuck standing at the front holding on to a bar. A hispanic woman who looked to be about 45 years old stood up and with a big smile, told the older woman that she was so beautiful and asked if she’d like to sit. To this, the older woman replied with a spunky smile and said, “I’m not as young as I look; I’d love to sit down” and the two of them laughed as she took the seat. They chatted pleasantly for a few stops until the younger woman was getting off. As she was leaving, she again told the older woman how incredibly beautiful she was, and they both wished each other a good rest of the day… The smile still hadn’t left the older woman’s face when I got off 20 minutes later.

what a fabulous weekend :) A close friends bachelorette party last night… which was basically hanging out at a friends house, moving the party to boystown (always a good choice), then the belmont burlesque show. so much fun! today we made brunch and put together a few terrariums. I didn’t even mind the rain. :)

Ketel One Vodka - A Note

I have a bit of praise for the Ketel One Vodka ad I just saw while watching Rachel Maddow. I want to express my gratitude for the classy way you decided to end your ad. “Know when to step aside” was wonderful and I wish more people would heed this advice. In today’s media everything is all about aggression and sex and blah blah blah… so a big THANK YOU for not endorsing rude behavior with peers. I know the edgier commercials may receive higher ratings, but there are still some of us who appreciate a bit of consideration.

Much love, Christine

random kindness

So Alex and I were sitting on a half empty bus today on ashland. There were two older hispanic women who were lost and were chatting about it in spanish to one another. Two young boys were sitting near the back of the bus and heard them wondering where to go… so they both spoke up and give them directions, which I thought was nice in the first place. Then, when their stop came up, the boys helped them with their bags and also opened the door. THAT MOMENT touched my heart in the best way. Sometimes the city is such a mean, angry place. But not on that bus. Not today.

personal update: all is well :)