RAIN

WHAT?

Stuck

We need a heat wave.

We need a heat wave.

By Melissa Flynn

Ok. I’m so tired. I’m achy. My brain is overloaded. And I’m tired.

Why are you supposed to care, you ask? You aren’t. I’m venting, as we women like to do. There was no one around to vent to. So I let my fingers do the talking, as they say. Or is it “fingers do the walking?” I’m not sure, but I think you get my point.

Anyway, I came to the realization that I’m getting older. I saw another gray hair. It was small, but it was there. I’m going to be just like Dionne Warwick and Jamie Lee Curtis; I’m going to gray gracefully.

I feel as if people try halting old age. You can be gray and vibrant just as well as you can have no gray and be vibrant. I just don’t see a purpose in hiding my gray hair.

So when I turn 60, I’m sure that I will be fully gray. If I’m not, feel free to call me on it. I hereby swear to not dye my grays. This doesn’t mean that I won’t get highlights, from time to time.

If anyone is wondering what all this has to do with me ‘moving on,’ I will explain. It’s actually really simple. As I move on, I’ve got all kinds of crazy stuff going through my head. I always find it easier to get it out—write it down. I didn’t say it fixes anything. It just makes it easier.

So as I get old, grow and get ‘gray-er,’ I shall share.

The Blizzard of 2013 has locked me indoors. What better time than this to share? Don’t get me wrong. There are people outside working on clearing a path. But my only current option is to climb out a window and scale the roof. My ailments have ruled that out as a real plan.

So I read, clean, write, clean, email, eat, play with my hair and watch British television. I love hulu.com and Acorn TV.

How can I move on, when I can’t get out? LOL. This is where the sharing thing comes back in. I need to share—to vent. Everyone has their methods. Feel free to try out some of mine, or just test some of your own.

“What works for me may not work for you. But if you keep at it, what works for you will become evident.” A quote from a speech of mine.

I’m not sure why it bothers me to be stuck in the house because of the snow. Most weekends, I’m in working anyway. I guess it’s the idea of my options being limited to indoor activities.

There is a chance that my week could start without me. It’s Sunday, and my Wednesday meeting has already cancelled. Maybe we can be like school. Have make-up days. If I miss everything from Monday to Wednesday, I can make them all up in June.

That sounds great. I will wake up tomorrow and start calling my bill collectors. Got to get them ‘up’ on the new plan.

Wait. Do my bill collectors have to sign off on it before it’s a plan? Naw. It’s my plan. I’m the one moving on.
So everyone out there, make your own plan.

“It’s never too late! Get out [I mean figuratively, not literally, of course, if you live in New England]! Get up! Be productive!” Just something I heard Melissa Flynn say along the way.

Oh wait! That’s me again. 🙂

Dear Angels:

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A statement to the Newtown Angels By Melissa Flynn (Cheshire, CT)

I am so sorry. I am sorry that you had to leave us so soon. I am sorry that our world is filled with so many troubled souls.

Please know that you will be remembered, always. And as I move on in my life, I will think of the day that you left us as a day for us to learn from.

It is unfortunate that we need such hard lessons in life. It is unfortunate that you are not by our sides.

We never met, but I love you just the same. The tears that I have shed for you, and will continue to shed for you, are necessary tears. We must all shed a few tears before we can get to the next step in our process—our education of life.

You were our future. And with you gone, the path looks grim. But if those of us who are left can pull together, things will begin to illuminate.

Some feel it necessary to stay tuned to the noise of all the news. I, like many others, am spending my time trying to help in some way. So when I come home to meet you, I can tell you of how we made things better. I can tell you of how we put things in place, in order to deter the troubled ones from hurting others.

I find peace in knowing that you have moved on to a better place. And I pray that your families can too find peace again. I pray that they will reach out to the rest of us when they need a helping hand.

Please forgive us, Little Angels. And tell the Heroes that went home with you that they are loved and missed also.

Bill Cosby was on Fire, that’s all I’m saying…

Wednesday, May 30th 2012, I attended the Get Motivated Business Seminar. If you weren’t there, you missed something special. There are dates in other cities. Check out the website (GetMotivated.com). I promise you that it will be money well spent.

Singing and bobbing my head as I drove home that day, I was newly inspired. I began texting myself notes on how wonderful the experience was. Wish I hadn’t been so sore and tired; I’d have wanted to stay longer. Of course, it was over; but, you never know what kind of stragglers you may run in to.

I’m inspired. I’m motivated. I’m ready to work. Nothing but this surgery will slow me down. Too bad it is upon me. If I hadn’t waited two years for the authorization from the insurance company, I would put it off for 6 months. But, tomorrow morning I awake and head to surgery. And at least I had the chance to experience this seminar that gave me my new found sense of hope – a new joy in my life’s path.

Great people. Fun. Sweet snacks. There were even a few cuties. Huh? What? Did I say that? Oh well. I am single. It’s allowed. I get to look and touch. Remember, I am ‘moving on’ to new things – new people. 🙂

I was disappointed at first. I think mostly this was because I never went to sleep the night before.  As I sat there amongst hundreds of people, all I could think of was my bed. After getting some work done the night before, I just had to watch ‘Man on a Ledge.’ Good movie. Not what I expected, but that is the point, right? Anyway, I was up and determined to learn something.

After I kicked myself in the butt real quick, I listened to the different speakers. That’s when it hit me; there was something for everyone at this seminar. Though it wasn’t pertinent to my needs, Bill Town was very informative and friendly.

And, Mr. Bill Cosby was just like his character Mr. Huxtable; he had great facial expressions and a sense of humor to boot. What am I saying? He is ‘Bill Cosby’; of course he is hilarious. I recall him asking the audience, to show by clapping, how many people have employees who work for them. He told the crowd that he had some wisdom to impart on them. He had the perfect way to help motivate employees. Mr. Cosby went on to tell them that they just have to get their employees together and show them videos of unemployed people. Now, for me, that would be enough motivation. He’s funny.

The other speakers had wonderful information also. And, if I hadn’t been running my mouth so much, I wouldn’t have missed Geno Auriemma and Barbara Corcoran; I had hoped to hear how they ‘got their move on.’ Some attendees came to see all of the speakers, but many had their favorites as I did. Then there was the great Eli Manning. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a Giants fan, but he is cute. He also spoke well, and he shared some inspirational stories from his younger years.

It’s just what I needed. You know how sometimes life just seems to be moving along; things are busy, and then we start to get worn out? Then, before you know it, inspiration jumps out at you from an unexpected, exciting source. I learned what we all already know. I learned that if you want to do something, just do it. No procrastination. No fear. No excuses. Do it. So, I’m done with life getting in the way of my goals. I’m on the move.

As my friend, Kelly, said recently, “You are on a roll.” And, yes, I am.

I am, because I am ‘moving on.’

What about you?