Questions I'm Asking Myself

It's been said that all human problems can be resolved by returning to your values, the basic virtues and values in which you believe at your core. And that, additionally, whenever we're unhappy for any period of time we should stop and ask ourselves, "What are my values? what is really important here?"
Now, add to those, this question, "What would I do, how would I change my life, if I won a million dollars cash, tax free, tomorrow?" 
The purpose of this question is to help you determine what you would do if you had all the money you needed. What would you do if you were free to choose your course of action? What would you do if you could do or have anything you wanted?

What would be the first thing I'd do?
What would be the second thing?
What would I get into or out of?
What would I buy or what financial situation in my life would I resolve?
*Sometimes these questions trigger a lightning bolt that enables one to see clearly what one really, really wants in life.

I'll miss you Southern California..til we meet again

If something's meant to happen, it will be.

"You have no idea the amazing things God has already stored up for you in your future." Joel Osteen 

I Loved Working Here

Downtown Dallas' Historic West End   

 I was Leasing Director in the early 90's after leaving the Dallas Cowboys. I was responsible for overseeing all the retail merchants and restaurants. I had some of the most fun working days ever there! 

We were just blocks from Sixth Floor Museum at Dealy Plaza.

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An Observation About Humans

An observation I have made:
People will let you down. Jesus NEVER does.
I will let you down, Jesus NEVER does.

Paint and Brushes

I like to paint pictures
brushing life onto canvas
mixing perfect colors,
boldly trying for beauty

I like to gift them
when they're finished,
though it's hard to feel
they're ever done
and a part of me
still resides in each one

1 Corinthians  - The Love Chapter

"Love does not take into account a wrong suffered." (13:5)

Rehearsing/replaying the offense suffered is unloving as it is

'taking into account a wrong suffered'."

Lonely Sucks

It ain't no easy thing. Lonliness comes calling on the richest and the poorest. As for me, I've always been okay with being alone for hours sometimes even days. I've gone to restaurants and eaten all by myself many times. Movie theater alone? No problem. I like my company I guess, and my mind is always whirring. However, there comes a time when being alone just plain sucks, you know? Enough already. I haven't had true companionship for years. God created humans and saw that they needed companionship to thrive - remember the story - He saw it was not good for the man He'd created to be alone so He created woman for him. It's there in Genesis, the first chapter of the bible. So, when people say to me, "why do you NEEEEED a man, boyfriend, husband et al.?" They must be okay without companionship. Or they are maybe not happy with what they have and wish they could be without them.  I don't know, maybe they're just superhuman. Even if they say that they can focus on God more that way, well, that may be true for them, but you can't discount the many spiritual giants we read about who had a spouse and children and a ministry even, and managed to keep a close, intimate relationship with God too. It's true, God created the first human to have relationship with Himself, but He realized as stated in Genesis, that they needed companionship with each other too. Humans were created to pair up. Period. I'm just sayin.

Me and Mr. Jones

Someone asked me the other day if Dallas Cowboys billionaire owner, Jerry Jones ever "hit on" me when I worked for him. Answer.. yes, and more than once!  He was known about Dallas as a womanizer, larger than life. To me, he was simply the boss.  One night he threw a big dinner for all of our staff in a private area of a big restaurant downtown.  I had been on board about two months at the time. I found a seat at the long table and sat down, no one yet on either side of me. Imagine my surprise when Jerry came in and passed quickly through the group nodding greetings and smiles, to sit down right beside me. My invisible armor went into overdrive.  We'd interacted a few brief times in meetings before that and one time when we were both at the stadium during the day, he came up to me smiling and said  in his slow, Arkansas drawl, "Patti baby, you look just like someone oughtta look who works for the Dallas Cowboys."  "Thanks, boss." I answered with a smile and briskly moved on, thinking to myself that he was just a piece of work. So now, here I was, trapped. I asked him why he'd fired Tom Landry and he patiently explained his strategy in giving the boot to the Cowboys' adored and legendary coach.  Hmm.. I thought, figured that would get him outta my hair, but no such luck, it only seemed to intrigue him.  After a few moments, a woman co-worker named Susan, came and sat herself down on the other side of him, bending his ear as much as she could, thankfully. We talked, laughed, had our picture snapped together and he tried throughout the meal to pour shots of tequila down me to no avail. Gimme a break, I was no Sex and the City type, one night stand, with a married man girl. Not for anybody, even him. Then it came time for a planned awards ceremony for employee performance, with Jerry up front. When my name was called I went up, he hugged me a little too tight and handed me an envelope stuffed full of hundred dollar bills along with a football signed by himself and coach Jimmy Johnson. Back at the table he insisted on writing a personal message on my football under his signature.  OY. Thanks Mr. Jones. We all then moved to the dance floor and Jerry kept wanting to dance with me and I kept trying to shake him off.  At one point a fan came up to him asking him to sign an autograph and I seized the interruption telling Jerry, "It's late and I am going home now, I've got a big day tomorrow and a long drive, see ya!"  I gave him a peck on the cheek as the fan looked on impatiently, and Jerry looked at a loss for words as I made my hasty exit.  Good grief!