Angles And Numbers or New Mathmatetics View

As I’ve said here before, mathematics and I are not best friends. We aren’t even in the same building most of the time. It isn’t mathematics fault. I’m sure all those numbers and formulas and theories are just lovely. I just don’t understand their language nor do I understand their thought process.

Because of my allergy to math, from a relatively early age, certain school subjects were less than enjoyable and yet they keep coming back into my life. Yes, even though I’ve chosen a career and a path that is not in line with mathematics in the least, those pesky numbers keep coming back! (I’m not talking about paying the bills, doing a budget etc. as I expected those would always be around.)

I recently attended a seminar about why people make the same choices in life and expect different results. The speaker started off discussing his high school dream of becoming a professional athlete even though he lacked coordination and skill in anything sports related. So, he’d try out for every team that had try outs and inevitably he wouldn’t even make it through the first round of cuts and walk away more discouraged with himself and determined that next time he would make it.

He didn’t know how to alter himself in a way that would let sports come more easily to himself, but he pursued his desires as best he could. And then, in his senior year, he made a team. Not because his skill had changed, rather there wasn’t enough people to field the baseball team.

From his initial success of making a team (he ignored the fact that they simply couldn’t cut anyone) to the end of the season he was determined to impact his fellow players. And he did. Just not the way the thought. You see he was the team’s biggest cheerleader. He was involved from the bench. And this energy was rather contiguous to the rest of his team members.

The speaker went on to say that he had found a force which overcame his bad decisions. I lost interest when he took a deep breath and said that in physics force is the thing that has the power to move an object in a different direction or change its normal course and proceeded to discuss, well, physics.

Now the speaker’s athletic abilities did not change, nor did the reason for the team choosing him. What did change, for his teammates was that despite him being a liability when it came to making plays, he made up for it by encouraging them. And when you can tap into that kind of encouragement, well you can overcome the impossible. You can decide on something and still change the results simply by your approach and how you view things. (Gee maybe I did get something out of the lecture, even though like most folks I guess I was expecting a magic pill rather than what I already knew deep down inside.)

So, dear readers, I’ve decided to slowly get reacquainted with mathematics. I am going in knowing I don’t speak the same language and I don’t think in the way the numbers work, but I am going to give it all a try again. Because if people in their 80s can learn something new, I can certainly learn to be more accepting of mathematics. Or so I hope.


Adequate In My Feelings Of Indequacy

As I’ve said before, I hate asking for help.  I also hate feeling guilty, two things that lupus tests regularly.  When my hands are giving me issues, I’m forced to seek help with opening of jars, carrying items and yes sometimes tying my shoes.  And is makes me feel guilty for taking away someone’s time for simple tasks I should be able to do on my own.  Except I have lupus.

I also hate feeling inadequate and insecure.  Lupus, at times, makes me feel highly inadequate in my profession, my relationships and sometimes just in living life.  It isn’t that people who have lupus a are adequate n these areas, for they are far from inadequate.  It’s just that sometimes lupus makes recalling things challenging.  This in turn can make discussions and debates a bit of a challenge.  While no one is perfect, I set high expectations for myself with the end result being that some days, lupus makes it hard to reach those expectations.  And when that happens, I  feel inadequate.

Because I need to rest more, say no more, it can make me feel inadequate in my relationships.  The need to weigh the importance of doing something with one person at the cost of not doing something with someone else, well yes this can result in feeling of inadequacy as well.

As for living life, well there are times it’s all I can do to get myself out of bed and grab a shower.  After that I have no energy left and so I sit on the sidelines waiting to be better. And it feel so so if life is passing me by.  And sometimes these things makes me feel inadequate.

However these are feelings, not realities.  Lupus does not make me any less adequate for anything I’ve mentioned above.  As a matter of fact in some ways lupus has made me more than adequate in assessing what is really important to spend my time on.  Lupus has made me more than adequate at fighting for what I want, my dreams.  I may feel inadequate, but I am anything but that.  I am stronger and more able to adapt to changes because of lupus.


We humans are creatures of habits.  We like consistency or at least routine.  Even those of us who claim we don’t, we do.  Want the proof, simply take away a standard routine in your day and see what happens.

Allow me to share, every Monday I receive a motivating and/or uplifting practice to try.  Yep believe it or I do try to add positivity and motivation into my life; having an unrelenting chronic illness can leave you feeling negative and unmotivated.  Anyway every Monday I get one of these emails in my inbox. I look forward to these emails even if all I do sometimes is just read the email.

Yesterday I received an email stating that author of these wonderful things is taking a break for four months.  Of course she is entitled to a break, but suddenly I’m unhappy.  Not because she is taking a break and not because I am applying everything in each email.  Nope that is not what makes me unhappy, instead it is this sense of being set adrift with no directions to follow.

My routine, those moments I spend reading the email and contemplating applying the information, is suddenly been messed with.  It’s not a big deal and I’m already over it, but let’s face it, when someone takes our usual parking spot, it darkens our day a little.  You have a favorite spot for your yoga mat and someone else takes it, well even if you won’t admit it to anyone else, it sucks.  Why because your routine, those moments of consistency and dependable results are somehow soothing.

Spoiled Apples

Friends I am more than a little disappointed in Apple.  It isn’t over anything major, which makes my disappointment even more frustrating because it’s something simple that could easily be fixed from my perspective.  Alas being I’m only one person with only one voice asking them to carrying something in-store rather than having to shop online, I shall be disappointed.

Apple used to listen to customers, Apple used to be different from the other big companies and that’s why I adored them.  Perhaps when you become a big organization you shift your focus and ignore the fact you built a brand through a cult like following of people.  Or maybe once you have enough of a cult following you don’t worry about that kind of stuff any more.

The thing is, Apple isn’t the first, nor will they be the last (based on history) company to forget about all the individuals that were loyal to them before they were anything big.  Customer service shifts from customer to what can be spun into making the customer want something and telling them exactly how they want it.

Sure it’s cheaper at times to buy things online, but I like to physically see and feel what I’m buying.  I know, I’m kind of old school that way.  If I can avoid buying books online I do because I like books with nice, crease-free covers and crisp spines.  I check for that kind of thing when I go into book stores. You cannot ensure you get that kind of result when buying online.

Beloved has decided he wanted to try buying his groceries online from a local store.  Yes this includes fresh produce.  He ended up being disappointed in the results because again, what he looks for and the whole experience was out of his control.  He ended up with some slightly spoiled apples.

No one wants spoiled apples.  Sadly my experience with Apple has left me with a sour taste in my mouth and not because of what anyone did or said, but rather because I am denied the shopping experience I wanted and expected from them.

A Wee Something Just Because or Do The Spoiled Slope We Go

I will not deny that the four-footed one is a bit on the spoiled side, just a touch mind you, but spoiled all the same.  I’ve no one to blame for this except myself.  It’s a slippery slope where you think we’ll she could use a stuffed dinosaur and that’s about it.  But then she loves the dinosaur so much and it survives her most destructive behaviours so surely she needs the dragon from the same company as well.

Yes my dear friends it really is that slippery and it happens that quickly.  And it’s not just stuffed toys with delightful (if you are her) squeaky noisy things in them.  Oh no, it becomes a few different treats for training, which at some point slide into a treat because I’m having a human treat.

Of course we aren’t on this journey alone.  Oh no Beloved comes along bringing new toys all the time as “just a little something for the wee pup”.  And the training food/occasionally treat suddenly becomes a means to ensure she comes to him.  Which pretty much means that currency she believes everyone should be carrying treats in their pockets for her.  She has been known to pout upon encountering someone who is lacking in the treat department.  (This whole thing puzzled Beloved until we accidentally washed a small plastic bag full of treats when his jeans went in the wash.  Up until this moment he seemed oblivious to the fact he always has dog treats in his pockets.)

Needless to say I currently cringe when people come for a visit because my spoiled, and much-loved pooch is anticipating “just a wee something”.  So we have to work on this, when I get the energy to do it.

The Usual Problem

A fiend invited me out for coffee to a place she had “just” found.  Not a chain coffee place either, just an honest to goodness local cafe which happened to serve French style pastries as well.  Who can resist?  Certainly not I, and since I was feeling decent-ish there really was no reason not to go.

As we don’t live in the same neighbourhood, my friend and I agreed to meet at the cafe’s parking area so we could do some catching up while walking in.  (You might say we have a lot to catch up on!)

An interesting thing happened upon our stepping through the door.  The two women working behind the counter called out my friend’s name and said “the usual?” as a cup was already being pulled off the shelf.  Interesting in that my friend had just found the place so how could she have a usual?  I didn’t say anything, but I raised my eyebrow as my friend said she might in fact be changing up her order.  This declaration created a bit of confusion for one of the ladies working behind the counter because she had already grabbed a pastry and put it on a plate.

There is nothing wrong with having a usual.  It’s nice to go into places where people know exactly how you like things and see you as more than just an order of coffee.  The problem arises when you suddenly want to change up the usual.  It alters the easy routine, and can affect the relationship as well.

I’m not sure how many times my friend had been to the cafe to have a usual, but the minute she altered her order it was as if she was a new customer to one of the employees.  The light and causal conversation became a little awkward, as if by changing her order my friend had created some type of insult.  In the end my friend had her usual to go because she couldn’t resist the pastry or the coffee.

Being a city girl, I have found very few places that I go to frequently enough to even know e names of the employees let alone have a usual.  While I relish the relationship my friend seems to have with the employees, I don’t relish the idea of only being a specific order all the time.  After all part of the fun is changing things up, which is hard when you have a set usual everyone knows and expects.

Perfectly Imperfect or Who Put Lipstick On The Pig And Can S/he Be Stopped

Some days you just know are going to be a bit more of a handful right from the start. Not every day can be perfect. Some days the only shining example is that of the glaring imperfections in the day. Now some people have this cute little bit of magic they do where they can find the humor or the opportunity within those glaring imperfections.

They call them opportunities for improvements. I call that putting lipstick on a pig, but hey I get the idea. Except have you ever put lipstick on a pig? For the record I’ve never done it and I would never do it, but at the end of the adventure you’d still have a pig, just one wearing lipstick. So these opportunities for improvements are still pointing out the imperfections that need fixing, it’s just a fancy way of saying it.

Other people have these magical skills that have them prepared to deal with the fact that nothing in life is perfect, that everything needs improving and that into every life must fall some rain. (For the record for some of these people the definition of “some rain” is actually a deluge.) I mean if you know it’s going to be wet and windy or just dreary you can prepare for it. I wonder, though, if these people ever have the idea of hope in their lives. Do they hope for the perfect moments, or are they content for it to be less than all the time.

And now back to the story…this morning I woke up to a day that started with hope and a touch of perfection to it. I mean good coffee (yes I know I may have a crazy addiction to the stuff), plenty of time to do what needed doing, no insane traffic snarls on the way to work (this includes no crazy livestock roaming the roads which is on occasion a major drama) and somewhat decent weather. (I mean it can always be better weather here, but I’m not really going to complain about that.) And the first bit at work was good too.

It was part way through my work morning that the wheels fell off and we headed from a good day to the day of utter and complete imperfections. Imperfections which ranged from technical failures (such as a system failing when I was using it for demonstrations) to people failures (people deciding to do things without first having all the information) and let’s not forget everything else in between those two items as well. Oh and we ran out of coffee too. So that was the icing on the cake that slide on the floor, out the door and into the mud. Where it was eaten. Eaten by a pig, that happened to be wearing lipstick.

But of course there is a bit of perfection even in this day of utter imperfections, frustrations and what have you. Because you see, the perfection was the fact that everything was so wholly imperfect that in a way, it all lined up to a perfect storm of “let’s not do this again”. So I guess in a way it was a somewhat balanced day.