#the Wakefield Doctrine. It Will Take the World by Rite of Hat

(Saturday)
Greetings and Salutations! from GirlieOnTheEdge. I’m Girlie and I will be your guide today. I began a journey earlier today, one that I procrastinated taking. For no good reason. At all. The journey? Navigating, exploring and familiarizing myself with….my phone. Yuppers. I mean, what the hell?! I have never been this technologically “behind” in all my life! I’m embarrassed to say I’ve barely done anything more than take pictures and videos (and those not so good). Hm…excellent segue…

Yes, this was the same 24 hour trip and No! I can’t tell you how the angle changed lol. But I promise you this: I will stop being such a neophyte when it comes to my phone! Sheesh. You’d think I was old or something….Hey, now..this is the blog hop that Lizzi built. It is the Ten Things of Thankful. Who on the internet has not heard of this thing? That’s right. No one. So here goes…..

You watched/listened to the vid correct? Then you heard me lay claim, by Rite of Hat, for the Wakefield Doctrine, the City of Virginia Beach. Is this a real thing? Why yes!, Yes it is a real thing. It began years ago when the first Wakefield Doctrine hats and t-shirts were mailed about the globe. As a result, there are, among the archives of the Wakefield Doctrine, posts depicting various people (FOTDs or Friends of the Doctrine) claiming cities (mostly) and sites (historical and otherwise) by Rite of Hat. Ask Clark about this.

My birthday last Tuesday. Waking up was a good start. I was ambivlalent about it being my birthday. Certainly, I was grateful to have walked the planet for another 365 days but I didn’t know what to expect of the day. Of myself. And so I simply decided, it didn’t much matter as long as I went to Safeway after work to buy my 2nd annual giant birthday cupcake. You know the kind – so big it would feed 10 kids (or me) with mounds of icing that only last week I read was, well, less than good for you. (hmph. what do scientists really know lol). You know what? I had a great day! I had so many well wishers on the FB. To you guys – a HUGE thank you. When I got to the office, I found my desk area decorated with a red Happy Birthday banner, balloons…there was even some Happy Birthday confetti spread about my desk. *sigh*. No one had ever done that for me before. I have a very sweet co-worker who waited until I’d left the night before to work her magic 🙂 Pulling my chair back, on the seat was a bag, gift inside, from another friend and co-worker. The same co-worker who, as yet unbeknownst to me, brought in a “birthday” coffee cake from Panera. My favorite! I received cards in the mail, unexpected gifts within; I talked on the phone with loved ones and rounding out the evening, I went to the gym 😀 Wanna know a secret? After working out, I couldn’t even think of eating and so…no annual, giant cupcake. The great thing was, I didn’t care. My day had been filled with so much caring and generosity I got all the goodness I needed.

OK. Let’s talk about this weekend. The one that went to hell in a handbasket and me along with it. Before I get into that I’d like to thank Kerry and her comment over at the Doctrine. I never noticed, but Kerry said she pretty much was the last to post her TToT. I replied to her that she would have company tonight 🙂

Simply put, Saturday began with the best of intentions. But I soon found my “schedule” of things to do and hoped for accomplishments soon went by the roadside, tossed out the window of a speeding car, like a greasy bag of day old fast food. Spread out on the highway, I looked in the rear view mirror and thought, it’s not so bad. There’ll be some hungry birds vultures that will no doubt make a feast of my unrealized day. I kind of felt better. Decided I could/would salvage the day by resisting the tonal and find something good and redeeming about the day’s wreckage. What maya. lol

I’m damned thankful for….how to say this….today, of course. But not just the waking up part. I’m thankful that I made it to the gym and not only that! after a coupla iterations of “going to the gym” I truly had a good workout in the weight room. Baby dumb bells for me at the moment but I pushed myself. It’s only a matter of time. The getting to the gym sounds at first like a “what’s the big deal about that?“. However, it’s getting there, doing what I did under the assault of bad mood, indulgence in feeling bad, frustrated, the wanting to cry. In a nutshell, the tonal (agreed, a definition would be helpful) was at it again. Fucking with my head, drawing me into a vat of nastiness until I was at a point of abandoning/sacrificing the day to doing absolutely nothing! How self destructive of me. Realizing this, I walked my body to the car, got in and well, you know the rest.

Here I sit at 6:38 pm. No, I have yet to open the work laptop. No, I have not yet done laundry. Hell, I haven’t even taken a shower! (I don’t stink, promise) but what I did do today was worth 10 thankfuls in and of itself. And so, after posting, I will plod and persevere on. Cuz’ ya know, each day is the only day.