Between work and being a mom, I have a need to volunteer my time. I have explored a few options and need to do a little research. I am pretty lucky - I have a great job, a wonderful kid (most times) but I feel the need to give back. There is a Hebrew phrase - Tikkun olam means repairing the world. Tikkun olam is taking some responsibility for those around us and in the process, repairing the divine self.
Not being Jewish, I am sure someone will correct me on my understanding of Tikkun olam but regardless of your religious background, I believe we share responsibility for our fellow man. I was baptised back when I was 8 but have strayed far from the church in the intervening years but in the last year or so, I have realized I need faith in my life and the absence of faith has seriously affected my outlook on things around me. My hope is that I can find a way to volunteer so that my actions can have a positive effect on someone else. I don't have a lot to give but I can still volunteer my time.
Have you thought about what you can give, what you can spare? Time, clothes, furniture. Instead of throwing out used items for which you have no further need, consider offering these things to someone in need. Take an hour or two from watching TV or using the computer and assist someone who needs your help: reading, teaching, packing care packages, sorting through donations or helping to feed the hungry. Small inconsequential things me or you but it could mean the world to someone else.
Tkkun olam a something needed the world wide.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Life in three acts plus some...
My last relationship in three acts: girl meets boy, falls in love, gets pregnant and breaks up; Girl has baby, relocates to another state, reconnects with former love and moves to his state; and lastly, plan to get married but it doesn't happen, boy decides this is not what he wants; dates one of his employees and moves out on his own.
Oh, and I guess there was a fourth act: boy says he wants to reconcile, begin making love to the girl again, said it was over with the employee but did not share that he was still sleeping with her too.
I know, and yes, the signs were all there but I paid no attention to any of them. I had on the world's biggest blinders and did not want to see what was happening. So I didn't see...kept thinking things would get better. Even after I found out about the employee, which happened the day after my dad passed away, I was willing to give him more chances.
Christmas day was the last straw. I decided that I no longer wanted to be a doormat. I realize this is not a good situation and I must move on. This blog is my way of capturing my chrysalis, my new growth and development. I don't intend this to be a bitching session to layout my grief and bitterness about my breakup. I blame myself for allowing things to get so bad. Had I spoke up sooner instead on burying my head in sand, I could have saved myself a lot of pain. Yes, he was a jerk and a manwhore but I could have stopped it awhile ago and didn't. I have to own up to that. But in order for you to understand where I am, you need to understand how I got here.
Oh, and I guess there was a fourth act: boy says he wants to reconcile, begin making love to the girl again, said it was over with the employee but did not share that he was still sleeping with her too.
I know, and yes, the signs were all there but I paid no attention to any of them. I had on the world's biggest blinders and did not want to see what was happening. So I didn't see...kept thinking things would get better. Even after I found out about the employee, which happened the day after my dad passed away, I was willing to give him more chances.
Christmas day was the last straw. I decided that I no longer wanted to be a doormat. I realize this is not a good situation and I must move on. This blog is my way of capturing my chrysalis, my new growth and development. I don't intend this to be a bitching session to layout my grief and bitterness about my breakup. I blame myself for allowing things to get so bad. Had I spoke up sooner instead on burying my head in sand, I could have saved myself a lot of pain. Yes, he was a jerk and a manwhore but I could have stopped it awhile ago and didn't. I have to own up to that. But in order for you to understand where I am, you need to understand how I got here.
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