Missing “Home”

It’s been a crazy stressful day at work today. It was just me and another girl answering the phone and dealing with all the idiots. Normally there are 3 of us handling the phones.
It wouldn’t be such a big deal if the customers (Interior Decorators) weren’t such bone heads and acted like fucking morons. I have to admit, stupidity is one of my BIGGEST pet peeves. It frustrates me to no end and often leads for me, a long line of expletives at a some what loud volume. (with the mute button on of course)

However, one of the girls from our showrooms, who is a hooper from down south, sent me an email of one of the Hardware Company gals she knows, (and with whom we are distributors for) along with a picture of her hooping in the sunset and a little note hoping that the picture would help bring a smile to my face.

Well it did more than that. It made me cry.

Because as I stated in my last post, I haven’t hooped in god knows how long. And I miss it. And perhaps it’s the stress that is taking over at the moment and leading to this moment of over emotionality, but I miss my tribe and everything that goes along with my hoop.

I’ve also been thinking a lot about how much I miss the way things were 2 years ago. And while I have touched upon this in past posts, it still lingers and haunts me. I have never been one to easily let go. At least not from detaching myself fully.

It’s a depressing time here in Ohio. And I know I only have 4 more months of this, so why let it get to me now? . .because if this is the way I am to start of winter, when it’s really in the thick of it, how will I handle it then?

Right now I just need a margarita, some sunshine. . . my hoop and all my flow loves.

SAMSUNG

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