A Time to Move On

Yesterday was an amazing day for me. I woke up feeling well rested and happy. It was about 45 degrees and raining outside. I went to work feeling way too good considering the crappy weather. I was sort of looking forward to a lunch date with Julie Adams, but though I love her, I wouldn't say that she was the sole reason I was feeling so good. 


I did my morning routes which is my only session with a monitor. Poor LaToya! She had to put up with me on "high!" There are a few of you that have experienced this in person.....Tara Schweninger, Barb Wise, maybe Janice Chernik, definitely my closest friends, Phyllis, Julie and Shiela. Well, I warned LaToya when she got on the bus that I was in a great mood and I would probably be talking constantly. She smiled and looked like she was looking forward to it. We had a great morning talking and I even let her get a word in once in awhile. When we got back to the terminal, we went our separate ways, but I told LaToya to talk to Tara about some of the times she and I had on the bus together. 


I turned in my key and route sheets and Tara was working in the office. This is very unusual....usually Tara only works in the evenings, but they must have needed help, so there she was. I told her I was running on about 27 and she laughed. She knew exactly what I meant. I decided to stay at the terminal for my lay over time instead of heading home like I normally do. I just felt like I was supposed to stay at the terminal for some reason. 


I had a couple of very upbeat conversations with some co-workers and in walked Carrie. Carrie is an acquaintance that I sometimes talk to about faith and religion. She is in the middle of coming to terms with her own faith journey and for some reason I felt like I just needed to talk with her. We had an amazing conversation outside in the rain. We went over some scripture and discussed some theology and I hope that Carrie finished the conversation feeling as good as I did about it.


Time to get back in the bus......as I was walking out with another acquaintance Debbie, we talked about our feelings about how some people at work had said some bad things about our friend Denise that just passed away. We talked about how angry it made us that people would say things like she deserved to die, and that they didn't feel bad for her family. The last thing I said to Debbie was that all we could do for those people was to pray for them. That would take some real faith! 


As I was checking my bus, I saw a woman in a bad mood walking to her bus, cussing and calling someone a bad name. I asked what was wrong and she said Tara was a fucking idiot. Okay, apparently Tara had not met her expectations in the office. I don't know the whole story, but I didn't appreciate her calling my buddy fucking idiot. Still, I let it go, no sense in having a confrontation with her. I got in the bus and said to God....Really? This is the lesson you have for me. Practice what you preach! Okay, pray for that woman. Small effort, insincere prayer. No satisfaction. Reach down deep and really truly say something nice to God about this woman. Done! Wow, do I feel better. 


Time to spread the love some more. I sent out a few texts to some of my buddies, letting them know I was thinking of them and I hoped they were having a good day. I even sent a special set to my sisters and a super special one to Mike. This day is awesome and pretty soon I will be at lunch with Julie and Nay. 


During my second school, I got a really weird feeling out of no where. It's time to quit playing Mafia Wars. Now, if you know me, you know I have a  slight addiction to Mafia Wars. Okay, major addiction!  I usually spend about 3-6 hours a day playing various accounts and socializing with other people that play the game. Okay, I am about to lose it. So I shot a quick text to Sue Won that said....I just had an overwhelming feeling to quit playing MW. Her replay, as expected, if you don't want to play, don't play. Maybe she didn't understand.....no seriously, this came out of no where, it wasn't a conscious thought at all! Her response, in jest I hope, are you feeling okay? Yep, I felt great, I had decided to listen to the feeling and I was already starting to plan on what to do next. 


I had a great lunch with Julie and Nay. It was so easy and comfortable to eat, talk and reminisce with them. We discussed how far we had come since we met each other. It was a fun time. The day continued to go well. Nothing too out of the ordinary, just a good natured double entendre post on Facebook with a comment on one that made me laugh hysterically in my car when I read it. 


When I got home, I spent some time with Mike until he went to bed and then it was time to start my mission. I changed my mini account so it didn't have my name on it any longer and I deleted all the old chat conversations. I planned on trying to sell that account and I didn't want the new owner to see all that stuff. Unfortunately, the place I tried to sell it to didn't want it and I wasted my time. Oh well, time to get on my main account and start to delete friends that I only have because of the game. Two and a half hours later and about 700 friends fewer, I finished. Time to get some sleep. 


I woke up this morning, feeling confident I am doing the right thing. I still had a little housekeeping to do though. I belonged to a family and I  had to let them know what I was doing and why. I sent out a message explaining that I had decided to quit playing and that I hope to remain friends with them. I offered them my mini account and any loot they could use. I know that a couple of them are upset by my decision. I guess it is because they like playing the game with me. If so, we will remain friends and stay in touch. However, sometimes, you don't stay in touch. Sometimes, people come into your life and fulfill their purpose and then they are gone. It doesn't mean that they weren't important in your life, or that they aren't special to you. It just means, it's time to move on.