Flipskript Ink

For the first time in my working career, I am on a two week vacation. Forgive me for making a big deal out of this, but I have never had one of these before. I have had one week vacations, I have used my sick days to substitute my mental health days (back when I had a bully for a boss). I am beginning to learn about self-care. I didn't know this existed. Everyone has been asking me what am I going to do with my time off. Also, my mother was hoping that I would be able to swing her way for a mean minute (she just visited me at my place so I don't feel too bad saying no). While I aspire to do so many things and go to so many places, I'm doing something that I never thought I would...I'm handling ME! I was actually on call over the weekend at my job and I did end up going in. I took it as a learning experience because I never did an overnight shift before. It's easy to do when you're pepped up on Dr. Pepper and coffee. Anyway, I slept for like 16 hours on Mon

As [somewhat] normal human beings, we fight daily battles to preserve our lives as well as our minds. We fight to... maintain spiritual enrichment of the self (and family) express ourselves in a free yet firm form have time away from our quotas, goals, and missions for peace of mind manage the home along with the career  avoid late payments More can be added to this list, but you catch my drift, yes? Ok, moving forward... Mental trauma interjects itself into your plan, beautifully unscheduled. It can range anywhere from mild depression to extreme chaos on the job. Whatever is ensuing personally begins to take an effect on your performance professionally. How so? Let's take a trip back to basics. What is the perceived threat that's affecting how you work? Is it leaking into your office, food intake, and service to your customers or clients (WELCOA Letting Go of Stress). Is this stress tangible or invisible? Is it a temporary feeling of emotional discomfort or an exte

The balance struggle continues. I have been reeling my brain back and forth trying to figure what to type for my next post, as well as formulate my inconsistent lyrical absence. Job change is an understatement, it was more of a career switch. Being the eclectic career nomad I am, I finally made it into the job of my passion. Working in human services helping a specific population (which can be found in certain poems of mine), it was like reconnecting to a prior love. Don't get me wrong, I still have a strong love for writing. However, I also have a hardcore passion for helping those in need. Whether it's paying bridge toll for a stranger or reminding them of their spiritual thirst, I'm a heavy people person. It took a decade for my brothers to figure me out. When my daddy passed away they respectively assisted my mother, merging into a paternal force seeking to make sure I did my homework, studied my Bible, and ate my steamed cabbage. While I appreciated the guidance an