….Later, Really? Guest Blogger, Jessica Wilch

Last Thursday evening I had a speaking engagement for a group of women at a wine tasting party.  They were all friends and golf on the same league.  I have never attempted wine tasting (them) and self-awareness speaking (me) at the same time.  At the end of the evening I had done a good job at explaining to them how golf and life are one in the same.  How you show up for your golf game is no different than how you show up for life.  Even with some pretty “glassy eyes” I think they got it. 

Driving home I called my dear friend, Website Designer and sounding board, Jessica Wilch.  I was telling her how this group was much different than groups that I have spoken to in the past and that I was exhausted!  I told her that there was no way that I could go home and still do a blog for Friday.  She laughed and suggested I just do a “…Later.”  I got home opened up “Oscar” (My computer, yes he has a name!  Doesn’t your computer have a name?) and typed in “…Later.” I found a beautiful picture of a milk weed seed flying through the air and said, “Have a great weekend, I will talk to you again Monday.

Well, I will be darned, a comment came through on my “…Later” blog Friday morning!  What would someone have to say about that blog?  My dear friend Jessica which has NO ability at all to write (she lies to me all the time) sent in the following comment:

I remember an incident where a child was attending school and while sitting in class decided he had to go to the bathroom. So, after a bit of struggling and resisting the urge he raised his hand and gently waved it. The teacher thinking that the student was trying to be funny looked at the student and said out loud, “Later”. The student put his hand down in anguish.

After 10 minutes had gone by, the student was really in trouble and needed to be excused to go to the bathroom. He raised his hand once again. The teacher thinking again that the student was going to be a problem looked at the young child and said, “Later”. The student once more in total disbelief put his hand down.

Another 10 minutes went by and without warning the student stood up and walked up to the teacher. The teacher was astounded at what she saw as the student had relieved himself out of sheer frustration and pain. The teacher, alarmed and shocked, looked at the student and said, “What happened to you?” The student without pause, simply looked at the teacher as he excused himself and said, “Later”.

I was laughing so hard by the time I was done reading it that I was almost crying.   So thank you Jessica, my dear friend, Website Designer, sounding board and excellent writer for sharing your comments with me!

Priorities

You probably do not know unless  you have followed my blog for a while that I have a love affair with my 1981 Webster’s New Collegiate Dictionary. 

I like to refer to it for the official definition of such words like; priorities.

Priorities: superiority in rank, position, or privilege.  Something meriting prior attention.

The Superbowl is on now.  I would normally be writing  my profound thoughts on a profound subject. I just can’t seem to do that.  This isn’t any Superbowl but our Superbowl!  It is not like some random teams are playing like the Buffalo Bills and the St. Louis Rams.

So, I hope as you are reading this you are also singing  ”We are the Champions.”

It’s called a phone call!

Last week my old faithful phone died, I mean never to regain consciousness again, died!  Interestingly enough the day that my old phone died I came to realize very quickly that I didn’t know my husbands or my daughters phone number or anyone elses for that matter!  Mike was#2 and Anna #4.  I called several wrong numbers before I finally reached Mike and Anna.  It was scary to realize how loss I was without my phone. 

At lunch on Sunday we were talking about how little we use our phones for calling people but instead we use them for texting,  updating the calendar, following the apps, playing games( kids), sending and receiving emails, and even taking a picture or monitoring the safety of our homes, all from the phone! 

My beautiful 16 year old daughter spoke up and said, “I wish I could just talk into my phone and it text my messages to my friends.”    I laughed so hard and responded to her that is called a phone call!   I told her to pick up the phone and call them  and then there is no need to have it texted for you! 

I believe that the further into technology that we dive the less we are able to just call each other or have a face to face conversation.  It is creating social anxieties for people when they actually have to meet, talk and resolve in the company of each other. 

Make a “real” call today.  Let someone who you have not spoken to in a while hear your voice.  Walk down the hall at the office to ask a question instead of sitting at your desk and sending an email. 

And kids, PLEASE,  walk downstairs instead of texting me from your bedroom!  I love to see your beautiful faces!

When all else fails, try humor!

Ok, I have tried everything else! 

I have been in conversation with an editor of a local weekly publication.  He has shown interest in publishing a weekly column about self-awareness in his paper and ask me to send him a couple of “sample” columns. Which I did!  Like, that day!!!   Ok, so I wait and wait and wait to hear something back from him.  I know he is very busy but he must have an inkling about how important this is to me.  Doesn’t he?   Well, DOESN’T HE ?!! Ok, so I also know that he has to present my column to the  rest of the staff for their feedback too!  How long should that take?  Is 5 days waiting enough?  “No,” you say.  “Really,” I say?  Ok, so maybe I’m rushing the process a little BUT THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT! 

I did decide to send him a small reminder today, you know, hey it’s me still:

“Hi ,  Just looking for some feedback.  Are you interested, not interested, happy, sad, don’t know, need more info, want to meet me in person, want to see more work, just needed to know that I have a great sense of humor too?  You tell me.”

 Hope your day is going great!
Derinda 

“It is when we forget all that we are, and live in that place of fear, that we fall short of living to our highest self.  Only, in remembering, and with love, can we manifest all of the greatness already inside us.” Derinda Kempa-Founder, Forgetting 2 Remember, Bridging the gap between fear and love.
www.forgetting2remember.com

 Keep your fingers crossed!  I will keep you updated as soon as he get around to putting me on the top of the list!