My Working Weekend

So I am currently working. That statement is not so out of the norm, except it’s Saturday and I absolutely HATE working over  the weekend. Saturdays and Sundays are my days to relax, unwind, watch all of the ratchet television shows that I missed during the week, Netflix binge, harass my family and spend quality time with myself.

So you can only imagine how I felt when my boss “suggested” that I work a weekend to give a few of my colleagues a break from another department? My first emotion was irritation. “Out of ALL the people he could have asked in the other department, he comes over and asks me!”

My next emotion was probably frustration. Again, why am I helping a whole other department? I don’t even directly work with them, so I was frustrated that this idea was even “suggested” to me. 

Next I went straight into woe is me mode. Oh poor me for having to work 1 weekend to give another person a break to spend time with their family. 

In hindsight, it’s quite pathetic and embarrassing that I got so emotionally flustered. And it’s not like I kept my frustration, irritation and woe is me mentality to myself. I made sure that at least a few people knew about how unhappy I was about the decision 🙁.

Now that my working weekend is here, it has not been a horrible experience. I had an opportunity to learn new skills which makes me more valuable within the office, I got to meet and work with some new and interesting people and I have the satisfaction of knowing that I helped someone else have a better weekend. 

I guess I learned a few things: don’t get frustrated about things you can’t change,  be more deliberate about looking on the bright side and whatever it is, it probably won’t be that bad in the end! 

Enjoy your weekend. I plan on enjoying what’s left of mine!

-Live Life, God Bless 

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Volunteering

Yesterday I had the opportunity to volunteer with an organization that feeds, clothes and assists the less fortunate in my community. It is quite sad to say, but I have not volunteered since college – over 8 years ago.

With yesterday being Martin Luther King Jr. Day, it was a perfect day to give back and do more than hit my snooze button and sleep in. Prior to arriving, I had no idea what I would be doing but I was excited about whatever the experience would bring. Here are a few takeaways from my time volunteering:

Be Grateful

When I arrived, there was a long line of people with bags waiting to receive goods from the organization. They were there before many of the volunteers just hoping to get food, water, clothing and toiletries – basically anything for themselves and their families. I remembered in that moment that I need to be grateful to God that I have ability to provide for myself. Any and everything that I have can be taken away in an instant. I too could be standing in a line hoping for basic needs. I must remember to thank God for EVERYTHING, especially those things I sometimes take for granted.

Start with my Community

The organization is 15 minutes from my home and I never knew it existed. I often give spare dollar bills to the homeless but it is usually downtown and many miles away from where I reside. After yesterday, I see that there are many people who have great needs in my own backyard, and I plan to volunteer there much more.

Volunteering Brings Joy

Being there brought me great joy! I had an opportunity to meet some great people who were interested in helping just as much as I was. It reminded me that there are still good people in the world who have a heart to help someone other than themselves.

It is My Responsibility

Volunteering reminded me of scriptures in the Bible, where God instructed his children to assist to the poor:

But when you give a feast, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind, and you will be blessed, because they cannot repay you. For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the just. – Luke 14: 13-14

Whoever is generous to the poor lends to the Lord, and he will repay him for his deed. –Proverbs 19:17

Whoever closes his ear to the cry of the poor will himself call out and not be answered. – Proverbs 21:13

Whoever has a bountiful eye will be blessed, for he shares his bread with the poor. -Proverbs 22:9

Of course, we should not help the poor to receive blessings from God, but we should help because we love God, and this is what he requires of us. I have been slacking in this area of my life but after yesterday, I will make it a priority to volunteer more. No more just handing spare dollars out of my car window. I will give my time, which is the most expensive thing that I have to give.

Yesterday was the first day of many!

-Live Life, God Bless

Ethiopian Delight

In an effort to live rather than exist, I have vowed to travel more when the money permits and try new experiences – within reason. I will also spend time strengthening my relationships and my favorite lady is at the top of my list. Last week my mom and I went to an Ethiopian restaurant called Desta in the Atlanta area.

Anybody who knows me, knows that I am an American eatery type of woman. Find me a place that serves burgers, fries, chicken fingers and brownies with ice cream and I am a content lady. When my best friend texted me and asked what I was doing, he said that it didn’t seem like a place that I would try. So you get the point, it was out of my comfort zone.

Prior to going to the restaurant, I knew Ethiopians ate with their hands and that eating with one particular hand was considered disgusting and rude. Even though I was not actually in the country I wanted to make sure not to offend anyone there, so before we got to the restaurant I told Mom that we could only eat with our right hand and we had to try their native bread.

On our way!

As we walked in, the first thing that I noticed was the music. I found my shoulders gyrating and Mom jokingly told me to stop as I ate my food. Our waitress was extremely friendly and answered all of our questions with enthusiasm.

Mom and I both ordered chicken cooked with rice, (she got hers spicy and I got the spicy sauce on the side) her side item was miser and mine was cabbage and we both ordered injera – their native bread. As we waited on our order, we were eyeing everyone’s food. The vegetable plates looked absolutely delicious and the appetizers were a meal all on their own. We anxiously waited to taste the food for the very first time.

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Mom’s food: Spicy chicken and rice, miser and injera

Finally our food arrives (the wait was less than 15 minutes) and it looked amazing. To my surprise, it tasted even better. The chicken and rice had peppers throughout which added to the well seasoned flavor. The cabbage was different from what I am used to but I enjoyed it. The bread was okay but I could barely eat it because as you got closer to the middle, it had holes on one side and I have borderline extreme trypophobia. I enjoyed eating with my hand but I was glad they provided us with forks as well. Mom and I ate with our hands for most of the time but we did pick up the fork here and there for the cabbage and miser. Everyone else in the restaurant were professionals and used their right hand as their utensils. Our meals were no more than $15 a piece and they gave us enough food on each plate for multiple meals. We could have easily shared one order.

My food: Chicken and rice, cabbage and injera

The restaurant and our time together was great! If your Mom is still around be sure to spend as much quality time with her as you can. If you haven’t spoken to her in a while it’s a great time to catch up and see how she has been. If she is resting in peace, take time to honor her through your actions and pass on the lessons that she taught you. Like Mom always says, “You only get 1 Momma!” Be sure to cherish her and if you are ever in the Atlanta area give Desta a try!

Leaving Happy!

-Live Life, God Bless