After a lengthy stretch of gross indulgence in all things starchy and sugary, just for today, in this moment, I am disinterested in consuming anything that leaves this insatiable human being (me), totally undernourished. Continue reading “The sweet, unsweetened first day of 5779”
WARNING: ENORMOUS rant up ahead. Proceed with caution.
Let me start with the fact that I am being a curmudgeon. While I am not remotely the “Get off my lawn!” type, each year for the past several years, (since #GivingTuesday’s worldwide launch), I have sometimes been less than ecstatic about this ONE particular day. I have my reasons and I’m so happy you inquired:
- Numerous nonprofit organizations put far too many resources into a day that much of the time has a nominal return on investment. (If any.)
- One day? Really? One day where the whole world collaborates to give? Don’t we need to set some higher standards here?
- How does #GivingTuesday impact the state of:
- our fractured world?
- our psyches?
- our collective consciousness?
- nonprofit organizations?
- band-aids healing a major fracture?
- They do help minor cuts, so if a nonprofit does a decent #GivingTuesday SWOT analysis, and they’re trying to raise a goal that is accessible and won’t drain the organization, I’m fully on board with that and even enthusiastic.
- Why does this day follow #CyberMonday? So, let me get this straight… We might spend our money on a bunch of stuff we likely don’t need, just because the sales are so spectacular, and then, if we have a few shekels left, we throw a dime or two into #GivingTuesday? This kind of change, won’t really impact lasting change, will it? There, I said it.
- Did I mention I’m cranky?
Okay, okay. I’m breathing now.
DISCLAIMER: I have been on a writing strike. Bear with me. Thanks.
When I was a child, I couldn’t fathom the idea that anyone was a Tom Petty fan. I disliked his singing style so much, I balked at listening to the meaningful music. Of course, I felt the same way about Bob Dylan and Janis Joplin. Now that I’m older, (and CLEARLY wiser,) I’ve grown to fall in love with and appreciate extraordinary talents that transcend a “purdy” or lyrical vocal quality. All of these artists’ songs strike deep chords inside of me and are among my very favorites.
Beginning on April 4th of this year, I celebrated spring, by springing free from a job that resulted in deep pain and angst in me. Once I left that position, I couldn’t help but notice that I was hearing a ton of Tom Petty songs. Perhaps I was just listening for them. It seemed that almost daily, I’d hear, I Won’t Back Down, The Waiting, Free Falling, and Learning to Fly.
I didn’t understand the meaning, or if there was any meaning for me. I just knew that feeling trapped and waiting to leave that job was the hardest part. I had to learn to fly again and while I was free falling, I was not going to back down or retreat.
Continue reading “Loving the Petty Moments, Truly.”