Some of you may have wondered where I have been, since my column, On My Mind, hasn’t been in the Enterprise Dispatch for some time now.
Though I can’t really explain the situation behind the lapse because I’m not exactly sure of it myself, I can say that I am back, whether you like it or not.
I can’t guarantee I will have something on my mind every week, but if I do, I will be sure to share it with you.
In my column’s absence, I’ve received many inquiries as to its disappearance.
My avid readers miss hearing what’s on my mind, whether they agree with it or not.
Although I enjoy it when people agree with me because if I had it my way, I would always be right I don’t expect everyone to understand my reasoning all the time.
I’m not going to pretend to know everything about every situation, but from what I do know about those issues, I’m usually ready to give my opinion, whether one wants it or not.
I’m trying to work on that.
Just ask my coworkers they can attest to my sometimes brutal honesty, but usually only when it is asked of me.
In my defense, don’t ask for my opinion if you don’t actually want it.
One of my pet peeves is when I ask for someone’s opinion on my hair, for example, and they tell me “it looks fine.”
To me, “fine” is just a way of saying “it could look worse, but it could also look better.”
Just tell me the honest-to-goodness truth. I can handle the truth I may not like it, but I can handle it.
A time for reflection
Most of my readers know that I’m Catholic (if not, I guess I dropped the ball there) and it’s Lent.
I tend to like this time because it gives me the opportunity to reflect on who I am and who I’d rather be.
It’s kind of like making New Year’s resolutions, but much deeper than not chewing my fingernails though I would like to conquer that bad habit.
During this time I tend to read more spiritual literature and look at my words, actions, and deeds under a microscope.
There are a lot of things I don’t like through that lens, but I’m trying to clean it up little by little.
I’ve realized sometimes recognizing those imperfections is half the battle.
For so long I was against Facebook and I didn’t understand all the hype behind it.
I’d hear horrible stories about other social networking sites to deter me from ever signing up for my own.
Then one day, my co-worker was talking about her Facebook page and comments she made to her “friends.”
Finally, I caved in and asked her to help me get on board the Facebook train.
What a big mistake that was. NOT! I love it. It’s been such a great tool to reconnect with old friends and make new friends, as well.
Though I don’t keep track of the actual number of friends I have I think some people’s mere objective is to see how many friends they can get I have found friends that for some reason I was no longer in contact with.
For example, my old college roommate who I hadn’t seen or talked to in years, found me on Facebook.
Apparently, she had been looking for me for sometime now.
Another example of the reunions Facebook can make was finding a former co-worker turned friend of mine who I hadn’t talk to in years.
Right out of college, I was working as a lead café server at Barnes & Noble.
Aside from the bruise on my ego having just graduated with a bachelor of science degree and here I was, making coffee full time, I was also finding it hard to gain the respect of my co-workers.
Coming in as a lead server was difficult. Not only had I never made espresso before in my life, I was also supposed to be the one in charge of workers who had been there longer than me.
Luckily, a fellow co-worker of mine, Ashley, befriended me. Not only did we have fun working together, but eventually we became such good friends we were hanging out with each other outside of work, as well.
Later I came to realize she was my “B&N” lifesaver without her there helping me through such a difficult transition, and feeling worthless on top of it, I would’ve quit my job before even giving it a chance.
Anyway, after finding a job closer to home, I moved away.
Life happened and I somehow no longer had her phone number.
We had lost touch completely. I would think about her from time to time, but I just assumed I would probably never see or hear from her ever again.
Then just a few weeks ago, while checking out my friend requests, there was Ashley.
Now, thanks to Facebook, she has become my friend once again.