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Letting Go

Mandy sighed at her dilemma.  She didn’t know quite how to handle her work-related situation anymore.

She had gotten a job working at a gym, watching kids while the parents work out and such.  Her co-worker was her childs’ age, and the two knew each other already.  The girl was only a teenager, working on partial days, and  yet Mandy couldn’t begin to fathom why Kayla was working there at all.  Kayla would leave the room half the time during their shift, leaving Mandy to handle the rowdy kids that came along.

Tuesday and Thursday nights are their busy nights.  Those are the days when it’s mandatory for two people to be present in the babysitting room.  Half the time, there was always a dilemma for Kayla, and she would either have to take the day off, or to leave early.  Mandy couldn’t understand how Kayla still had the job other than the fact that her mother was one of the hiring people that worked there.

Of course, granted, Mandy’s mother-in-law works there too, and that’s how Mandy got a job there.  She just needed something after taking a four-year hiatus off work to homeschool her kid, and to take care of her sick husband.

Months went by, and sometime in May–Maybe early May–the air conditioning at the job went out.  The babysitting room was already hot as it was when the AC was on.  The room just wasn’t very well ventilated.  Alright, that was fine by Mandy, they would have the air conditioning fixed soon, right?

Wrong!!!

Several weeks had passed and the air conditioner still wasn’t fixed.  On top of that, they cut the babysitting room in half.  It was already a small cubicle, and they decided to cut it in half.

It was up to Kayla and Mandy to rearrange the room.  Mandy tried the best she could, but on the days she wasn’t there, Kayla felt some things needed to be changed.  Kayla is only there right now because it’s summertime, and she will be back to her lackadaisical self once school resumes.

Mandy couldn’t help but notice how “open” the room was.  Mandy tried to explain to Kayla that the room isn’t supposed to be so open because kids could run around and get hurt.  She begs to differ, and by that point, Mandy just gave up and basically told Kayla to do what she wants because Mandy was in no mood to argue with someone who is going to have an answer for everything and say the opposite of what she is suggesting.

Mandy threw her hands up in the air.  She’s only spent 30+ something years on this earth.  Everything that Mandy has ever said has come true.  It may not happen right away, it may not happen next week, or in a year from now, but it does happen.  Everything that Mandy has ever said has come true.

But then again, what does Mandy know?  She only went to school and worked her butt off to get her degree in early childhood education.  She only knows the rules and regulation codes that are supposed to be there, but somehow this gym has the children and health department in their pockets.

But that’s OKAY!  She’s guesses we’ll all see how it all goes down when the house of cards goes tumbling down…and it usually does.

Let Karma Take Over
Karma

Getting Upset

I have this friend that writes poems and such.  Normally, this friend of mine would let others interpret her poems the way they see them.

She wasn’t always like that though.  For years, she would get upset by people’s comments, and often wonder why others would send her emails telling her she should watch what she posts online and such.  They were just POEMS.  It wasn’t like she was writing an actual journal entry for all the world to see.

Poems are a lot like journal entries, tough, but in a more cryptic way.  There are several ways to take a poem, and then find out its true meaning later on in life.  You just know you are able to relate to it in some way, or another.

She would get upset when people would write comments of concerns based on one word, rather than the whole poem itself.  Then she laid back a bit more and let the interpretations take over.  It was amusing to her to find that.

And then the other day, she went to write a poem, and someone left her a comment that didn’t strike right with her.  She didn’t want this person to think that she was living in the past in any kind of way.  She just got a bit upset for no real reason.

After she had a day to cool off, she realized how silly she sounded and apologized to this person.  She felt really bad about the situation because she knows how to compose herself better.

If I’ve learned anything from her experience that is, to walk away.  Say thank you for stopping by, and just walk away.  Eventually you won’t feel the same way you did 24 hours ago.

And if you just came up with an answer as to why you can’t let that go, you need to think again.  If you keep finding excuses, yeah, you are going to get upset.  But you are YOU.  You have the choice to let things go.  My friend realizes that now.  Life is a simple learning process.

~~DJ

Story

I’ve been writing over at I Think I Can Write because…just because….And blogger…Just because…

Eh, I’m just winging it.  I need to get this done as I have yet another busy week ahead of me.  *sigh*

To catch up, here are the links:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

And now…

THE EMPATH

CHAPTER VII:

NEITHER HERE, NOR THERE

Saturday, June 20, 1987

Mary recalls the events that has lead up to today.  Sure she enjoys being a cheerleader and going to pep rallies, but she was always planning on not going to prom due to the emotions all around her.

Dances are nothing like pep rallies.  During pep rallies, all is forgotten as you’re cheering on your team.  Dances are filled with all kinds of mixed emotions.  Prom is ten times worse in Mary’s mind because of all the hormonal energies that senior students tend to have.

Some students are eighteen or nineteen.  Some are still seventeen, waiting to turn eighteen in the summer or fall.  And yet, these teenagers feel awkward and can’t open up until they drink alcohol of some sort.

She definitely was dreading prom, but Ingrid–her mother–assured her this prom was going to be different than all the rest.

“The prom theme is the early sixties.  You know, like the Frankie and Annette era.  Trust me, it won’t be those puffy dresses you’ve been dreading about.”

“How do,” Mary paused mid-sentence.  She realized then knowing too much could jeopardize the future.  She was only there to find out why Stacy put her there.

“Just out of curiosity,” Ingrid began.  “How many times have you traveled into the past?”

“This would be my first.”  Mary was starting to feel a little bit worried.

“Without going into too much detail,” Ingrid continues.  “Your name here is Margaret Daniels.”

“Okay,” Mary said with hesitation.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.  Jeremiah–after having explained to him when he woke up on the couch what was going on–was standing behind the door.  Mary noticed he was dressed in blue jeans, a white t-shirt, a black leather jacket, and black Converse sneakers.

“And you,” Ingrid turned to Jeremiah.  “Your name is Jonathan.”  He nodded at her words.

At that moment, Mary felt like her head was going to fall off.  So much was starting to make sense, but she had to push this all aside.  She had a mission, and she had to find out fast what was going on and why.  She needed to get back to her time.

Ingrid smiled and changed the subject.  “This will be easy for the both of you.  Mary, you are my cousin and Jeremiah is your boyfriend.  It’s plain and simple.”  She paused to think up her next set of words carefully.  “It’ll be like taking a random walk through life.  Don’t think about it all cause you’ll just get dizzy.  Just think of it as a game.  Just play the game.”

School came and gone.  Before they knew it, the three of them were getting dressed for prom.

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Mary agreed to wearing a pink and black tulle dress with a sweetheart neckline.  She has her hair half back, and a set of pearls around her neck.  Ingrid decided to doll Mary up with classic red lipstick.  Mary doesn’t usually wear too much makeup as she doesn’t like to draw attention to herself, but for prom, Ingrid insisted upon it.

Mary didn’t argue with her.  Besides, she noticed the color red made her lips look like they were somewhat there, and not little like they normally appear.  But none of that matters now.  What matters now is how Jeremiah is staring at her as the nineteen sixty-one song, “The Way You Look Tonight” by the Lettermen is playing.

“Would you like to dance?”  Jeremiah asks Mary.

She smiles and takes his hand as he leads her to the dance floor.

♪♫Some day, when I’m awfully low

And the world is cold

I will feel a glow just thinking of you

And the way you look tonight♪♫

“Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love,” Jeremiah says lowly as he quotes Mother Teresa.

“What?”  Mary asks.  She’s having a hard time hearing anything over the music.

“Nothing,” he says a bit louder.  “I was just saying how nice you look tonight.”

She just stares at him.  She never knows what his true emotions are.

“Not that you look bad any other day,” he quickly speaks, interrupting her thoughts.  “You always look great.  I just mean,” he pauses for a moment to gather his words.

She smiles at him.  She’s never heard him get tongue-tied before.  “It’s alright,” she quickly answers before he can speak any further.  “I understand what you’re saying.  You look nice too.”

Jeremiah is wearing a black suit.  The bottom of his pants are cuffed, and you can see his sneakers.  He wore sneakers because upon reading everyone’s minds, he was listening to the thoughts of the guys, and they all decided on wearing Converse.  He didn’t want to show he wasn’t from their era.

He gives himself a mental shake and swallows at what he’s about to do.  He gently brushes Mary’s cheek and is about to kiss her when suddenly Mary turns around.

Jeremiah doesn’t need to ask Mary what’s wrong.  He can hear her thoughts.  She feels a set of eyes on her.

As she looks around to focus in, she finds the pair of eyes that are greeting her.  It’s Brave, her ex-boyfriend, but how?

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