Over the weekend, even with a migraine, I hit the trail. I did not run. I did not walk fast. I did not go a long distance. I set out to walk one slow mile. When I had finished a half mile, I knew I did not want to turn around, so I went another half, then I turned around. The sun was beginning to slip behind the mountains, and I knew it would soon be dark. I find being alone on that mountain spooky in broad daylight – I certainly don’t want to be out there alone in the dark! There are usually enough bikers, runners, and hikers that I never feel alone. But at dusk on a windy, cold Saturday, I was almost alone.
Today I have my big meeting for the month. I have about a ream of paper to bring to it. Health Information at my hospital is not a paperless affair. I hope it won’t turn into a shouting match as other meetings have. And if it does, I hope I can refrain from entering it. But as the chair of the meeting, I will have to put an end to it if it does devolve.
Then a meeting with my boss’ boss’ boss this afternoon. Again, another ream of paper, with my analysis of a bunch of data. Turning data into information, that is my hope. The kind of work I love to do. The kind of work I do well enough that I impressed people back in the day…. impressed them enough that they sent me to my doom downtown, where they thought I would excel. Ha! If it had been analysis, I might have. But it was basically transcription of data I was given, into a format I was given and was not allowed to deviate from. ENOUGH! That was then and this is definitely now. Thank God.
Yikes, then an HOA meeting tonight. That could turn into a shouting match as well. Contentious issues. And people I know are professionals acting like infants. I often wonder how they hold a job if their behavior on and around the HOA is any indication of their interpersonal skills. I want to quit so very badly, but the other folks on the board are leaning towards a totalitarian regime for the neighborhood, and I feel that I am sometimes the only voice of reason. I would be happy to walk away when and if I ever sell this house and move to a condo (please dear God), but if I have to live here, I don’t want to leave it to others to come up with their evil plots to inflict upon us.
Long day. Good day. I can stay above the fray. Yes, I can.
With God all things are possible.