I ran across this quote recently. Something in it speaks to me – oh, maybe it’s all the ways it is me. Although, I loved my waiting tables days.
It reads like a poem to me – even though it’s not. But here’s how it reads to me.
“The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.” ~~ Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
Olivia 
I love this Olivia, very uplifting.
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Roz
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Thanks, Roz, I’m glad you liked it. It really made me feel good, in a funny kind of way…. 💜
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I struggle with the idea of “wasting time” but love a planned leisurely afternoon of reading, writing, pets, thinking, naps & coffee. I was “ashamed” of my eclectic life of professional jobs, retail, now warehousing. But now I realize I am here to show my daughter and my protégées (I tend to mentor without intending to) that the American definition of life as espoused in the last few generations is not the only option. I don’t care if anyone judges me by my work. Just like I need to not care if someone judges me based on my disability
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Yes!
You know, I used to say, half laughing, that I wanted my tombstone to read “Failed to live up to early potential.” But I had so many jobs over the years that were often not respected, and I loved most of them and learned from all of them. We have a very warped idea of what’s valuable in our culture. I love your perspective.
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I love this ❤
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Thanks!! 💜
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