Monthly Archives: October 2012

Getting Through the Day

“Is is true?”

“Is what true?”

“Today is your fiftieth birthday?”

“Oh no, please not the ‘turning 50 crap.’  But for your information, I am not over the hill, thank you.  I have reached the hill!”

“What’s it like to have finally reached that infamous hill?”

“It feels somewhat fulfilling, maybe a little scary because people will expect me to put the years of wisdom I have accumulated towards something significant.”

“In that case have you done it yet?”

“Have I done what?”

“Reached the goal you wanted to achieve before you turned fifty?”

“It depends on what goal.  If you mean making sure my kids are successful, then the answer is yes.  If you mean do I have my dream job, then the answer is no.”

“So you’re saying that you’ve never quite figured it out.”

“Something like that, but I have accumulated years of wisdom!”

“So why don’t you apply that wisdom to creating your dream job?”

“I have a job.”

“Is it your dream job?”

“No, it’s a job I hate.  My boss is a bully.  I am harassed all day.”

“Why don’t you quit?”

“Can’t.  Too many responsibilities.  Sometimes I feel like a kid on the school playground.”

“Were you bullied in school?”

“Just by one kid and someone like him grew up to become my boss!”

“How did you handle the bullying in school?”

“Back then, you learned to run fast or tough it out, just to get through the day.  That’s what I’m doing now in this job, I suppose. ‘ Toughing’ it out just to get through the day.”

“Bummer.”

“Who says that anymore?”

“I know, sorry, it slipped out.  Anyway, it’s never too late to figure it out.”

“I can’t make any changes in my life.  I have too many responsibilities.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Do you think that you’ll ever have that dream job?”

“I’m fifty already.”

“So what does that mean?”

“It means that last year I was forty-nine and next year, hopefully, I’ll be fifty-one.”

“Sort of stuck in the middle?”

“Something like that.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“I don’t think that there is a problem.  I’m basically happy.”

“Being basically happy is a wonderful goal, yeah, really!  Look, why don’t you just do it?”

“You’re absolutely right.  I should quit my job or at least end this harassment at work and pursue my dream job.  But I don’t know what I can do about the bullying at work.”

“There is a law against bullying in the workplace.”

“Really, didn’t know that.  I’ll look into it and make a change today!”

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom and humility.       Until tomorrow…

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More of Life’s Little Annoyances

When you realize that you’re not as smart as you’ve always thought people thought you were.

When you make every effort to make things right and everything goes wrong and someone suggests that you put forth more effort.

When you finally lose weight and your clothes are too big but you can’t afford to buy new clothes.

When your kids learn to tell time and then join the ranks of those who criticize you for being late.

When you watch your cat nap and wish that you could have that life.

When you really, really want the last jelly donut at Dunkin Donuts and out of politeness you say to the other customer who also wants the donut, “please, take it” and he does.

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom and humility.  Until tomorrow…

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My Old Kitchen Floor

Jagged vinyl edges ripped apart

As the wood beneath gasps for air.

Warped and fragile, the wood bursts forth, angered by its seclusion.

Recalling its mighty strength beyond the dormant vinyl, it emerges in combat

The vinyl fights back, not willing to succumb to the force beneath.

Once in harmony, together, smooth, tight, and glistening

Rebels against dishes breaking and stomping feet and the whirl of the roller skates.

The wall, proud and tall, kicks in the sides and the vinyl curls in terror and confusion at this unexpected betrayal.

Stained, muddied and vulnerable to its own demise, its few strips cling to memories of babies crawling, puppies curled up in one spot, cooking smells, conversations and the roller skates which managed to glide by against all opposition

“Oh no, not the skates!”

These words recalled as its last strips, finally severed scraps, scatter into one final heap against the wall.

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom and humility.     Until tomorrow….

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