Off the Clock

I really do feel like I live a charmed life at times. I'm not sure if that's because I'm someone who tries to focus on the positives and downplay the negatives, or if I'm just plain lucky, but I often find myself in good situations. Even if it's something bad or even awful, I always seem to find that proverbial silver lining. I had an amazing weekend snowmobiling up north in the Gravenhurst area with a group of really great people. The company, the conditions and the food were all amazingly good! The only downside was that I was completely preoccupied with a job offer I had received Friday afternoon just before heading up there. This was completely out of the blue, and it was for a very prestigious position within an organization I work in. The downside was that I would have to relocate to Toronto, a 4 hour drive away. This decision wouldn't just affect me but also DD and DS. DD has just received her acceptance letter from our local college for the fall

I've been reading Crazy Aunt Purl's recent posts about body image and size. Laurie's been sharing some really profound thoughts about how our size affects how we are treated and how we look at the world. Definitely worth reading. This of course has made me reflect on my own experiences; not so much with size but with outward appearances. I've always had long curly hair and I can remember turning 30 and thinking I was "too old" for long hair. Not to mention that I was working in the foundry which would get to a gazillion degrees in the summertime and all the guys would shave their heads. So I cut my hair. Short. Now remember that I was working in a very large male dominated factory where we'd all wear grimey coveralls and workboots. When I cut my hair the reactions were amazing! I've always been the type of person who smiles and nods at people as I pass them in the aisleway. When I went to work with my new "short doo" the guys eith