Lulu's View on Life
(She is, after all, the Supreme Empress of the Universe!)
Monday, December 14, 2009
Do you know the one thing I find more insulting than anything else? Being disrespected. I’m a capable, intelligent human being. Treat me as such. It’s not necessary to repeat things to me 8 times in a 30 minutes period. I heard you the first time. Nor must you speak slowly…I do understand words that have more than two syllables. Also, looking over my shoulder doesn’t help my productivity. If I’m so incompetent that I need constant supervision, why did you give me the assignment? If your confidence is under duress than just say so. To treat those around you like they’re imbeciles that just “don’t get it” isn’t helping ANYTHING. If they don’t understand, maybe you’re not EXPLAINING IT. Or maybe YOU “don’t get it.” I don’t imagine anyone’s tolerance for being treated like a 4 year old is very high. You cannot demand respect, you earn it. Learn it. Love it. LIVE IT!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Finding yourself. That’s what life’s all about, right? Finding who you are, what you want from life, etc, etc. Well, I have to disagree. I think a healthy dose of “finding someone else” is needed too. That’s why I love Halloween. You get to leave all your life stresses, worries and doubts at the door and step into persona outside your own. How often as children did we play “pretend”? We were lion tamers, astronauts, princesses and anything else our imaginations could dream up. We were clean slates and anything was possible. Just because we’re grown-ups now doesn’t mean our imaginations are gone. They just need a good dusting off. And, who knows? Maybe by pretending, you’ll just find yourself.
Friday, September 11, 2009
I miss the days when everyday was “casual Friday.” The days when you could wear what you wanted rather than try and personalize the school-marm look of corporate America. I don’t think anyone can fit into that mold or in any one mold for that matter. What’s with the social need to fit us in a particular box? She’s preppy, he’s goth, they’re jock. We’re all a combination of many looks, experiences, fads and histories. Fashion is just one way for us to express our inspirations. I think I have the preppy-sporty-50’s Hollywood-GoGo dancer-bohemian-rocker-wanna-be-bad-ass chic style. What’s yours?
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Yay! VACATION!!! I love vacations, though I’m pretty sure I’m not alone on that opinion. I love that excitement that builds the few days before you leave, the whirlwind of packing and doing the “Am I forgetting anything?” dance in front of your open suitcase. It’s a time to regress and feel like a 12 year old before the start of summer vacation. You can be giddy and silly and everyone understands. In long meetings, you chant to yourself “one more day, one more day, one more day.” And, as much as I love long vacations, I like shorts one just as much. Taking a random week-day off, having a breather, cozying in bed a little longer, having lunch at that restaurant I pass by everyday thinking “I should try that place.” YAY VACATIONS!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009 Loyalty is defined as faithfulness to commitments or obligations or a feeling or attitude of devoted attachment and affection. Why is it that so many people seem to demand loyalty from those around them, but are unwilling to give it themselves? I’m currently reading a book series and the main character has a motto that fits: “Never ask anyone to do something you aren’t willing to do yourself.” You ask a commitment from your family, your friendships, your marriage, your work. But, what is your reaction when YOUR half of the commitment is asked for? Do you hesitate? Do you wonder whether you’ll be inconvenienced? Do you question your loyalty? Or do you embrace it? Loyalty takes sacrifice. Loyalty requires trust and faith. But all of those avenues are two-way streets. Loyalty takes risk, life takes risk. But, it’s not just you taking it. Someone is taking a chance on you too. Do you have the strength?
Thursday, August 13, 2009
I have this beautiful pearl necklace that I got from my aunt. I think I’ve worn it twice. Not because I don’t like it, but because it’s rather fancy. And, for some reason fancy = special occasion. How much jewelry, bottles of champagne, china do we stuff in a closet to be saved for a “special occasion?” We buy things as gifts to others (or ourselves) in order to bring more beauty to our corner of the world. And, then we hide them because they’re too “important” for everyday use. What kind of backward thinking is that? Break out the ugly dishes and cheap wine because today isn’t as important as some unknown date in the future! We all woke up this morning. We all got to gain another day’s worth of wisdom and experience. We got to spend another day with our friends and family. Another day to laugh and cry, wonder and dream. Sounds like a pretty important day to me, doesn’t it? So as soon as I get home, I’m wearing my pearls.