Category Mid-life Crisis

Transitions

It’s July. Kids just got out of school. Summer is upon us! It’s July. And the retail industry says, “Kids will go back to school soon! Summer’s over!” So here I am, in Phipp’s, pulling down all of the shady patio umbrellas, deck furniture, picnic tables, beach chairs, casual dining ware and all other accoutrements […]

Stuck

I’ve been feeling like the above picture lately – gray, desolate, remote. And I can’t seem to shake the funk I’ve been mired in. It all started a few weeks ago when a promising job opening came my way. I even had a connection that opened the door to an interview. I arrived early (but […]

Shrinkage

Once upon a time, I had decent hours at Phipp’s. Sure, I wasn’t making a whole lot of money, but with 35-40 hours a week, I could pay my bills. Couldn’t get rich off of what I brought home, but there remained a bit left over for such ridiculous extravagances as getting a pizza or […]

Love Thyself

I think I can attribute a lot of my problems to the simple fact that I don’t love myself. I just don’t think I’m worthy of anything good. What makes me think such a thing? To be honest, I don’t know. My parents showed me a lot of love growing up. I wasn’t spoiled, but […]

Love for Sale

Source: Queen Bee Coupons, found on the Internet Ah, Valentines’s day. How hard the loved ones labor over selecting just the right gift. Will it be a testament to love? Or will it be a quick dive into any store, rifle through whatever’s left, then pick whatever isn’t damaged or for an 8-year-old? I’ve been […]

Shift

It comes over me unexpectedly sometimes. Today started off all right. Was in a pretty good mood when I began my shift at Phipp’s. Sure, there was a chorus of crying babies, but then again, when isn’t there? A flat filled with boxes of household cleaners and soaps awaited me. Wasting no time, I dug […]

Thirty Years To A Better You

Thirty years ago I joined a gym, ostensibly to quit smoking but in reality, to check out the scene. Jack LaLanne ruled back then, inviting flabby sorts to get fit. I wasn’t really flabby, but I didn’t have a stellar set of muscles, either. But maybe I’d find a new set of muscles to go […]