Some memes

with the feelings life on its own terms may trigger for others. so the real question, is should i care about those feelings and if i should why?
i mean seriously, some of the members that have been around a while, share nothing but bumper stickers and slogans, others, share about nothing at all seemingly in love with the sound of their own voice , and others still, share nothing but the positive spin and how well and perfect their lives are, regardless of the actual truth. i myself, although i am loathe to admit am guilty of those three and many other sharing sine as well, so i am still surprised when someone comes up to me after a meeting and tells me how much my share meant to them. of course, this is not about sharing, but about listening and it is not the least bit ironic that i have already turned this reading on its head, with very little effort.

LINDA L
Congrats on celebrating 3287 days in a row
CLEAN and as SERENE as possible.
Thank you for keep coming back

so what i wrote above was the whole set-up for the rationalization done here, about why active listening can be such a waste of time, especially in meetings. that is also NOT what i heard this morning, when i took my quiet time, but it really seems like a topic ripe for exploration.
NOT!
when i find myself in one of these moods, which these days seems quite often, i know that there is something more going on. yes my life is NOT a mess. the interview went well yesterday, and i can patiently wait to see what the result may be. yes hanging with the other owners of my fantasy football meeting last night was a blast and i am grateful that i can have a bit of fun that is way outside of the scope of what i see my life to be. and even though i have yet to finish the project on my desk, i know that this weekend will bring that task to completion as well, so it can be tested and made ready for prime-time. so other than waiting for the sponnse to get back from vacation, there is not a whole lot for me to do, with this, other than sit it out and let it pass. oh yeah, to allow myself the freedom to be human, BUT when the judge, jury and executioner starts to show up, to remember that they are a reaction to something that is going on inside of me, and not necessarily to the content of what is being shared with me. it is my job to quiet that chorus of discontent and allow what is being said to penetrate into my spirit, after all, who knows maybe one of those bumper stickers will save my life!

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