Impractical Psychology

A friend that a recently met commented on my blog today. My response was: “wow, how did you find it?”.

I am embarrassed to say that I completely forgot about my little blog. It started as a project while in the employment of my previous company, but today I realize that I have actually missed being able to illustrate my thoughts with words whenever the soul called for it.

Time is not patient and rarely allows me the luxury of delving into my heart’s hidden thoughts, and in a way that makes me out of touch with myself. According to my religious beliefs, I am supposed to take every Sunday to meditate on the week past and to reflect on the things that seem to hide in between the lines of our daily inter- and intra-personal communication.

I used the words supposed to, because as you can deduce, I rarely do utilize a Sunday for this purpose. Sundays seem to come and go just like every other day of the week. It makes me wonder how many moments are lost in this mirage we call living.

If I had to give a percentage to the things that are most important to me and then allocate time given to those things, I think I would come exceedingly short. Look, it’s not as if I am going to quite my job tomorrow. Perhaps my subconscious is just telling me that it is time (literally) to reflect on what I have been doing and more importantly, what I have untimely missed out on.

I think it’s time for a little vacation…

I just checked my blog posts for the month of July and realized that I have only posted an average of one blog post per week. So much for trying to blog every day! When I first made that commitment, I didn’t exactly compute weekends into the equation. Even so, I should have had at least fifteen blog posts by now for the month of July. Yes, I know the quality makes up for lack in quantity ;o) but it is still something to take note of. I have spent many hours thinking this dilemma over and pondering why I could have been so distracted, and by hours I mean I the few seconds after I realized I’m seriously lacking in posts! Anyway, all I could come up with was FACEBOOK. Yes, I blame FACEBOOK.

I was one of the pioneers in the office when it came to this new phenomenon and quickly got the hesitant addicted to poking, drawing graffiti and setting up gardens, fish ponds, etc. Just a side note: for those of you, who like me, used to wonder what the heck the point is of poking someone, apparently poking someone allows you to see their profile for a couple of days without being approved as a friend. I believe it says so in the FACEBOOK handbook… So, for all you stalkers out there that seem to be lacking friends, this is your ticket into their private lives! Woohoo!

Consequently, the conversion into FACEBOOK land was not a gradual one. Before I knew it, half of the office was becoming my friends and my boss even started a group. Check it out: The Forge Business Group. We were, however, informed that we were not to use our usual FACEBOOK lingo and were to employ professionalism when communicating within the group. I even went and changed my profile pic because I felt it might be inappropriate! So if any clients were looking to get some grub on the Forge employees….hahahahahah! Wait, can’t they still see our profiles?

And, this brings me to another point. It was fine and dandy when friends from primary and high school became my friends and could view my latestpics, favorite quotes, etc. But it’s a whole different story when your boss can check out the embarrassing pics that friends tag you in at parties or while trying to get out of the shower and what your boyfriend likes to call you on your wall. I mean, I couldn’t exactly deny my boss or only allow him to see my limited profile…ok, I confess. It didn’t exactly occur to me at the time that it would be violating my privacy. I am and have always been a strong believer in separating one’s private and professional lives, but who could have been prepared for FACEBOOK?!

As in most facets of life, one has to give a little to get a little. While privacy is not in the FACEBOOK dictionary, I must say it is fabulous finding some long lost friends and catching up with them. This is especially useful for those who have lived or simply traveled over seas. Numbers and addresses always change, but FACEBOOK is constant ;o) until everybody gets bored of it, that is.

To anyone who didn’t follow the blog due to not knowing what poking, graffiti or tags are:
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN…STILL ON MYSPACE?!

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I saw a friend last night I hadn’t seen in over a year. We were best friends in varsity, practically inseparable. When I was alone, people would ask me “how’s Kelly?” and vise versa. Unfortunately though, we drifted apart due to the unexpected turns life takes.  I say unexpected, because I guess I could never have foreseen a life without Kelly in it.

Before life led us into different directions, our relationship could have been compared to the rare bond that sisters ideally share. I believe that when two women laugh together, cry together and pray together on several occasions that they become more like sisters. Kelly was my soul sister. No, we didn’t finish each other’s sentences, but we shared empathy for each other’s trials and tribulations that could only be known to those who are connected by the soul.

Last night, after not seeing her for over a year, she still spoke to my soul in so many ways. It was like we had never been apart. I want to add that we have both grown immensely in the last year, and yet, it was like we had never been apart.

Even though personal growth has been unremitting over the last few months, there have been issues, small issues that I have been struggling with. Some of the issues required a definite decision that I needed to make.  Just being in her company last night goaded a steady path of procrastination to diverge into a meadow of clarity on almost every one of the questions I had plaguing my subconscious. I say almost every one, because it would take more than one evening to resolve every single conflict I had going on in my head!

I know that life’s twists and turns are erratic and that we may not see each other again for months to come, but I now know that if and when we do see each other that it will be like we had never been apart. She is and will always be my soul sister. No matter where live takes us, we will indefinitely be bound by an empathetic understanding that can only be shared by those who have laughed together, cried together and prayed together on several occasions.