I, Robot

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I’ve already discussed in a previous post my dislike to for washing dishes so I think I’ll flip this challenge a bit.

If I were a robot, I would either be relegated to cooking or to caring for either older people or animals.

Cooking I enjoy but not as much as I adore watching people satisfied because they had my food. There is something about sating someone’s hunger and arousing their taste buds that really does it for me. It is always an act of love when I cook regardless of my mood.

Nurturing is easy for me, I’m always the Mom of the group; the person that everyone expects to have advil or know what to do and I enjoy that role as it never feels like the wrong thing to do (Cooking / Feeding someone is clearly an extension of this)

I would be perfectly content with either of these if I were a robot. What kind of robot would you be?

 

 

Guest Post-How To Be A Good Friend To Someone With Bipolar Disorder

Asiaelle:

Right on the money.

Originally posted on HarsH ReaLiTy:

Hi, I’m [river in Ireland] (*cue twelve-step group greeting here*), and I have bipolar disorder, also known as manic depression. To people who have known me for a long time, this isn’t usually much of a shock. Actually, I take that back. People who have known me and been close enough to have seen some rough times aren’t usually that surprised. As for everyone else, my friendly and talkative exterior can hide pretty much anything I want it to. I’ve had to use this skill a lot in the past because I have had some people find out that I have bipolar and not be very nice about it. I think my favorite comment was that I was ‘demon-‘ or ‘spirit-possessed’. *roll eyes* Others think I’m not as much fun anymore since I have begun taking medication that doesn’t allow me to bounce off the walls like I did before…

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Work is never just optional

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As with most immigrant children, a very strong work ethic was instilled in me from a young age. I started working at 15 and I’ve had very few months in between then and now that were completely work free and it was scary.

I’m currently in transition so I know that I will have to deal with those same fears and feelings of anxiety…mainly the feeling that I’m not doing “anything” if I’m not working.

If I achieve wealth (or rather, when I do) I will still work because I believe that work is two-fold.

1. Working toward self-actualization – happiness

2. Assisting others

Being fortunate to reach that goal earlier in life would mean that I would have more time to dedicate to the second aspect of the work I believe we are assigned to do.

I think the fundamental problem with society is that we have come to believe that our work is complete when we have achieved success or riches and because it starts to feel hollow you either seek out more money and success without realizing that it is a two-fold process.

I am by no means saying that you can’t work at both at the same time, I’m just noting that with success and influence the second part becomes a lot easier to do and if you’re really lucky, it would mean that you could do the second part full time. :)

August Blues with a bit of News

August is a tough month for me, current events aside; the 3rd is my late Grandmother’s Birthday and the 19th marked one year since the passing of my Mother In Law. 

I can’t believe it’s been a year already. 

Beyond the forced acknowledgement of my family’s losses over the past two years, I’ve been making an attempt to think more about creating the foundation for a solid future. That line of thinking led me to submitting my notice of resignation at work. I have been at my current job for 8+ years, I don’t think I have to elaborate of how terribly difficult it will be to leave behind what has become my second family. 

I’m excited at the prospect of having free time for myself and going back to school but the fear of not having a “plan” definitely supersedes the happier parts of this for now. 

Grateful to have the support of my Husband, Family and Friends as we grow to new heights. <3

 

100 Word Stories – I am my Brother’s Keeper

Every assignment was more difficult than the last. It was hard to separate the familial feelings I shared with my charges versus the orders that I received.

Now, they’ve sent me to collect another and “no” is not an option.

Of course, my brother knew I was coming. I found him at his desk, patiently awaiting my arrival. I have long dreaded the day I would be face to face with him.

If he didn’t go quietly, there would be mayhem; not only here but in the upper echelons of heaven. Lucky for me, I’m the rowdy type.

“Hello Brother”