Showing posts with label Happiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Happiness. Show all posts

Saturday, October 13, 2018

45 Degrees of Freezing*

 
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On my desk sits a deck of daily inspirational cards a friend and colleague gave me for Christmas a few years ago. I enjoy using them over and over because there are enough to fill a year or so, which means they are “fresh” again by the time their next turn comes up. Some really resonate, and I say a silent “Yep! That’s for sure!” when I read them. Others are thought provoking, at the very least. In the past 8 ½ months I have come to live and breathe the truthfulness of a handful of these quotes as well as others I see all over social media. I recently posted about my job in Mississippi. Here are some further thoughts and explanation.
I’d like to say I listen to my gut, but sometimes it isn’t as clear in its messages as I would like. I did come to some conclusions about the job: 
1.       I don’t think there was a single other applicant;
2.       The judge runs such a tight court that everyone walks around on tiptoes and is terrified of facing her disappointment;
3.       Apparently, micromanagement IS a thing, and there is no known depth to which it will go;

4.       This was NOT Twin, Falls, Idaho, nor was this Judge Stoker; and

5.        Even the most unfortunate weather and other details can be outweighed by job satisfaction. Conversely, lack of job satisfaction removes one’s ability to make the best of the weather and details that make life a little harder. 

There were a few things that were bright spots:
1.      I loved the ward;

2.      I loved the co-workers in the district (and it turns out I had read them correctly!);

3.      I made some good friends;

4.      I rarely had to go to court, so I had a LOT of free time; and

5.      Jangle – THAT is a story, I promise you! 
After deciding on Iowa and choosing a specific location, our packing and preparations began in earnest. It was an anxious few weeks as we looked for a new home that would be within our price range as well as welcome us with our menagerie of pets. We finally found a home we like in a neighborhood we love. There are some logistics still needing to be worked out with our pets and so forth, but we are happy.
I often see memes or inspirational quotes that speak about how managers can most effectively supervise others and which attributes of a good manager are the most important. I have a testimony of their truthfulness! Treat your subordinates (heck ,treat everyone!) as if you appreciate them and value their efforts. They will likely respond with greater enthusiasm for their work and appreciation for you!

In the past 2 weeks I have had a steady stream of people coming into my office, introducing themselves and offering assistance to help me learn my new job. I’m talking everyone from my reporter colleagues, court assistants, and administrative personnel to each of the judges in the building. And they mean it. I AM welcome here. Everyone is SO nice. My job IS important to them. And, most important, quoting from a story I just heard about Camilla Eyring Kimball, I believe they understand they should, "never suppress a generous thought [or action.]" 


Because I have been sincerely welcomed, and the offers of help have included leading me through the steps to teach me the tasks that will be necessary for me to understand, the hook has been set, and I don’t ever want to leave. I want to be better at my job than I have ever been. Treat your employees with appreciation and give them the understanding by your actions that you value them, and they will bend over backwards to do their work. Who wouldn’t be happy in that kind of environment?
*It was 96 degrees (with heat index) when we left Mississippi. We arrived in Iowa a day and a half later, and it was about 50 degrees. Yesterday it snowed!
** February 2010 in Fredericksburg, Virginia! Iowa isn't here yet :D

Sunday, August 25, 2013

I believe in Christ...and turns out, He believes in me too!



Would someone who actually knows all the answers please tell me where to find them?  I’m rushing headlong to my 52nd birthday (September 17th), and I’m so disappointed.  I mean, when I was a kid, I assumed that all adults knew what they were doing and at least had a handle on this “life” thing.  And if someone lived to the ripe old age of 52, I was SURE they knew.  In fact, I assumed by then they were just skating their way through their golden years.

First, I’m not ripe or old yet.  I figure I’m just over halfway through my life, so that would put me smack in the middle of my, well, middle-age years.

I’m sitting in our kitchen at 11:41 p.m.  The kids and Darryl are all in their beds…well, Darryl is.  He’s sound asleep and snoring with a nice, warm kitty curled up near his legs <3  The kids, I don’t know.  Lindsay and Jake are out somewhere and will likely be home soon.  Scott is a night owl and drives me crazy.  Kristi, who knows?  But, heck, they start school in a week, so I’ll cut them some slack.  As for me, yeah, I’ve been having trouble settling down for the night and actually falling asleep.  My mind doesn’t want to shut down.  I feel fine.  I’m not particularly depressed or unhappy, nor am I jumping up and down elated.  Just at that special age where I’m suddenly experiencing things I’ve never experienced before.

Darryl and I went out to the lawn under a tree in front of the church today.  It was Sunday School time, and as we saw the very dry teacher start to pass out slips of paper for people to read…these were portions of the lesson to divvy up among us….Darryl said to me, “Oh, I can’t do this,” and we took our leave.  He loves the Gospel so much and knows so very much about it.  He appreciates the richness of it and is excited to be able to learn and to teach.  Sadly, he only teaches once a month now, and I don’t ever teach anymore.  Very sad face for both of us.

We had a great talk out on the lawn.  It was a beautiful day.  In fact, I am loving Idaho more and more for its climate.  I don’t know how many years we will live in Twin Falls, but it doesn’t seem that we will suffer.  We talked about feelings we’ve had about our new home and how we expect to get along in the next little while.  We have to move because of the debacle with our landlady who is losing her home, despite her assurances to the contrary when we agreed to rent it.  We’ve known for a few months that our move was imminent, but we haven’t yet found a suitable home for our family.

Both of us are feeling a bit detached from our ward, and I think Darryl put his finger on the issue.  People in our ward are friendly and always greet us and seem to like us well enough, but we just don’t really feel a part of the family, so to speak.  Mind you, after almost seven years in one ward, we had grown to a place where we knew and cared about the people who belonged to the same ward.  It wasn’t perfect, or at least our time there wasn’t perfect, but we miss these people more than we had thought.  There are some people I do not miss, and there are some (maybe the same people?) who do not miss us.  And if you are reading this, you are not one of those people.

I don’t want to whine.  I mean, there are worse things.  Believe me.  And chances are good that we won’t have a choice but to move out of the ward when we find a new home.  And we’re okay with that.  So we’ll see how that all works out.  I guess we should do what we know:  Just trust the Lord.  He seems to know what He’s doing :D

At any rate, I’m sitting in the kitchen (Jake and Lindsay just got home, so all the chickadees are safely home). The dishwasher is humming along, the kitchen is clean (shock!), the house is in pretty good shape (shock again!)  I only have one hearing this week, 3:00 tomorrow, but I am going to go into work earlier tomorrow because I have a lot of work to get done.  Friday will be my first vacation day since I came here seven months ago.  We are leaving Thursday to go to Utah for my stepdaughter’s wedding.

I have worked really hard to get some names together from my genealogy and have reserved the right to do the temple work for those ancestors.  I hope to start doing that very soon.  I’m eager to see how that feels, getting the work done after piecing all this together.

I know that I have talked over and over and over again about the sorrow I’ve experienced and the growth I’ve gained through my travails with my extended family rejecting me and my family and finding little reason to reconcile or even care about us and our reputations.  I know it gets boring to read the same things many times.  I’m getting better, but this has created such a huge hole in my very being, and it has troubled me so much that sometimes I feel I can’t deal with any of it.  And then other times I go back and read and realize how very much I have learned, indeed.  As in all things, I am not thrilled with the mechanism of growth, but I am happier with who I am becoming as I continue this journey.

I have hope that my little family here in Twin Falls will be okay.  I see success in unexpected areas, and I am understanding that things that we lost through our move have been replaced with things far more valuable.  I truly want to “be still and know that [He is] God.”  It seems the wisest course.

Let me list some things that I hold dear:

I have good health.
I have a healthy and awesome husband and children.
I have a great job that I just love.
I really like it here.
Just as my patriarchal blessing promised, though I have been through difficult times, my testimony, rooted in my young days, has been there to carry me through those difficult times.  And those difficult times have fed that testimony until it has grown more than I expected.  And that gives me peace.
And I’m not done yet.

Today in Sacrament meeting we closed with “I Believe in Christ.”  Every single time I sing that hymn, I remember Elder McConkie bearing testimony of Jesus Christ in his very last talk in General Conference before he died.  He bore powerful, eloquent testimony, and I will never forget his saying that he would soon wash the Savior’s feet with his own tears; and I believed he would.  So I love that hymn for the memories and the feelings it evokes.

In Relief Society we also closed with the same hymn.  There is a new sister in our ward who sat by me, and we chatted a bit, which was nice.  And when we sang the opening song, I quickly realized that she has a lovely voice.  And when we closed, she switched to the alto part.  I am a soprano.  Okay, a soprano because I don’t read music, and it’s far easier for me to follow the melody, and I’m fortunate to be able to reach most of those high notes.  But when my neighbor starting singing alto, we really sounded lovely together, and the hymn I love suddenly became really FUN to sing.  After church she stopped me and told me I have a beautiful voice.  I will never believe that, I’m afraid, but I do love to sing :D

And, yes, I too believe in Christ.