Freakin' Tablecloths

I am of the opinion that the details of tablecloths should be a non-stressful decision for a bride & groom to decide for their reception. I mean... it's just tablecloths, right? Don't get me wrong. I completely agree that they should match the theme of the wedding / reception. They are a good way to bring the colors into the room. However, the sales person in charge of the reception hall... should have all the details of what they can / cannot provide. So, when said bride, groom, and bridesmaid (me) spend an hour looking over the various swatches, we won't be surprised to find out that the chosen swatches are not for tablecloths but for overlays! Argh!

Where has the time go?

I know... I know... It has been quite some time since I've posted something here. I am not naive to think that there are actual people out there reading this. However, I still feel like I owe some kind of an apology. Sorry!!! (Not satisfying? Oh well. :) )

Ironically, I realized that it was around this time two years ago that I started the blog. I had hope to use it as an outlet to my thoughts, etc.. I guess you can say that I couldn't establish the "habit" of writing. Writing, in general, has never been my strong suit. So, you may ask, why am I dusting this blog site off?

I feel kind of inspired by what I read on other blog sites. I can tell by these particular writers that the writing helps them in their day-to-day life. I guess I hope that one day I will also feel that connection through writing.

When enough is enough

I'm afraid that I am one of those individuals that have not found what they would like to do for the rest of their lives. I am "mentally" torn about my current job. I currently work for a small company. Unlike some of the other positions, my job is a good "9 to 5" Monday - Friday type of job. Very rarely do I need to stay late for anything.. and if I did, it's because I wasn't efficient with my time earlier in the day.

Needless to say, I constantly find myself wishing that I wasn't here. I'm not naive to think there is a perfect job out there for me. I feel kind of foolish in my daydreams. My job is not stressful and I make ok money. I am able to pay my bills (for the most part / most of the time). It's a good job. I'm just not satisfied. Now, I am finding that I am not putting my whole self into my job. Will I ever be? I simply do not know.

So you may ask yourself, "Why is she still here?" For the same characteristics that I listed above... non-stress... predictable schedule...

When enough is enough? How do I get past this funk? Part of me believes that I should stop whining and be happy. I certainly can put more an effort into my job. The other part of me is wanting to look elsewhere... another job that keeps me intrigued not to mention for more money.

I guess a time will come where both parts of me will be on the same page about my job. We shall see...