which is what persevering is all about right? Gutting it out...pushing through when things get tough...
Life has had it's share of ups and downs the past few months. So many that I honestly forgot about using this blog to chronicle my life.
First and foremost, I left my work at home job with an airline for the crazy world of modifying home loans. And while I thought I would miss the travel benefits (that we only used like 3 times in 3 years) and the working from home, I don't. My friends jokingly ask if I'm going to come back. And my answer never changes. I like having my weekends free. I LOVE not working holidays. And let's not forget the ever present cloud during the winter months that is the dreaded IROP.
An IROP (for those not aware of airline lingo) is an "Irregular Operation". They mostly tend to pop up when snow storms sack the North East. Or when it's hurricane season in Florida. And since the airline I worked for is primarily based out of New York (it's main hub) and Boston and Florida...well...that speaks for itself. Remember the massive winter storms of 2010? The one that hit right after Christmas and airports were closed?? Yes...I remember that storm as well and I was 2000 miles away...working 15 hour days, getting yelled at because people couldn't get home and missing my daughters 4th birthday on New Years Eve because we were in mandatory over-time and no vacation was being allowed. And yet, I hung on for another 15 months. Through the hurricane that swept up the East Coast and flooded New York. Almost missing my son's birthday. See the pattern emerging?
So, in light of missing important events in my kid's lives...and the ever present stress of just dealing with the customers who wanted their full flight credited for a flight delay of 15 minutes...a change was made.
Now instead of being yelled at by people with minor, insignificant problems, I deal with clients who have the very real possibility of losing their home. I fully admit there are clients who I struggle to feel sympathy for. They landed where they are not because of true hardship (death, medical issue, loss of job etc) but simply because they chose to not pay their mortgage. Or they didn't plan appropriately for upcoming events. And then there are the clients I spend literally hours on the phone weekly trying to get them the best modification I can.
This is just one of many changes we've seen in our little family in the past 7 months. More to come...stay tuned....
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Perseverance
per·se·vere
to persist in anything undertaken; maintain a purpose inspite of difficulty, obstacles, or discouragement; continue steadfastly.
I'm jumping on the bandwagon of the blogging world. People all over the blog-o-sphere are choosing a word for the year. Something to work on or be inspired by. Or they just think it's cool and want to be like everyone else (hey--at least I OWN my bandwagoning...I'm such a follower in this instance)
I've spent a few days thinking about my goals for the next year. Of course we have the ever present lose weight, become a better mom, join the circus, become a fire-person (must be PC here people)...you know...run of the mill goals. On top of my own thoughts I've spent a lot of time discussing things with the man in my life. Since I did marry him I thought I probably should include him in this process...right???
In a nutshell..every goal I could (and have) set all comes down to one simple thing. Perseverance. Period. I'm really good at setting goals. Ask my husband. I'm also good at STARTING them...but seeing them through to completion?? That's a whole other issue. But this year I'm bound and determined to see them through.
Except for joining the circus. I could only be the bearded lady or a clown...and I just don't feel either one of those jobs will showcase my natural abilities.
to persist in anything undertaken; maintain a purpose inspite of difficulty, obstacles, or discouragement; continue steadfastly.
I'm jumping on the bandwagon of the blogging world. People all over the blog-o-sphere are choosing a word for the year. Something to work on or be inspired by. Or they just think it's cool and want to be like everyone else (hey--at least I OWN my bandwagoning...I'm such a follower in this instance)
I've spent a few days thinking about my goals for the next year. Of course we have the ever present lose weight, become a better mom, join the circus, become a fire-person (must be PC here people)...you know...run of the mill goals. On top of my own thoughts I've spent a lot of time discussing things with the man in my life. Since I did marry him I thought I probably should include him in this process...right???
In a nutshell..every goal I could (and have) set all comes down to one simple thing. Perseverance. Period. I'm really good at setting goals. Ask my husband. I'm also good at STARTING them...but seeing them through to completion?? That's a whole other issue. But this year I'm bound and determined to see them through.
Except for joining the circus. I could only be the bearded lady or a clown...and I just don't feel either one of those jobs will showcase my natural abilities.
Monday, December 26, 2011
A Very Good Place To Start
The beginning right?
I used to blog. Mainly about my kids. Cause that's what people blog about. Right? Then I quit.
Recently my husband started school. And one of his school assignments is to do a blog. On any topic he wanted. So he chose to blog about his life as a full time student, dad, husband as he also works full time. (if you wanna check it out: pmullennax.wordpress.com) In the course of his blogging (and my editing of his posts) we started talking about my blogging. Or rather, lack thereof. We talked about why I started. Why I quit. Whether or not I should re-start. Obviously the last has been answered. He has a lot more faith in my abilities than I do. But then again, he always has.
So, the beginning. My husband calls me Elle. Not even close to my real name. My friends call me Lou. I have 2 great (most of the time) kids. My daughter, LouLou (not her real name) is 5. My son, Puck (not his real name and NOT pulled from Glee...come on now people. Think Shakespeare) is 19 months old. And trust me..Puck fits. They will feature from time to time but will not be the main focus of this here project. Quite frankly I don't know what the "main focus" will be. I'm going to take an organic approach to this. And see where this takes me.
I used to blog. Mainly about my kids. Cause that's what people blog about. Right? Then I quit.
Recently my husband started school. And one of his school assignments is to do a blog. On any topic he wanted. So he chose to blog about his life as a full time student, dad, husband as he also works full time. (if you wanna check it out: pmullennax.wordpress.com) In the course of his blogging (and my editing of his posts) we started talking about my blogging. Or rather, lack thereof. We talked about why I started. Why I quit. Whether or not I should re-start. Obviously the last has been answered. He has a lot more faith in my abilities than I do. But then again, he always has.
So, the beginning. My husband calls me Elle. Not even close to my real name. My friends call me Lou. I have 2 great (most of the time) kids. My daughter, LouLou (not her real name) is 5. My son, Puck (not his real name and NOT pulled from Glee...come on now people. Think Shakespeare) is 19 months old. And trust me..Puck fits. They will feature from time to time but will not be the main focus of this here project. Quite frankly I don't know what the "main focus" will be. I'm going to take an organic approach to this. And see where this takes me.
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