Happy as a bird with a french fry. That's how I felt today. Nothing spectacular happened; I was just acutely aware of an inner peace and sense of calm contentment.
My mind scanned through all things that I'm happy about. My family is doing well, I have great friends, a job I enjoy, a nice apartment, sweet little pets, and zero drama in my life.
That wasn't always the case though. I've had my share of crazy days. Some brought on by circumstances that could have been dealt with better, some self induced, some because I was not strong enough to walk away from situations that were not in my best interest.
The past two years have been a time of reflection and introspection. The noise of life as a single parent and juggling several balls in the air at one time have quieted down, and I am able to truly step into myself.
Here's what that looks like: zero tolerance for drama of any kind. I just won't allow it in my life any more and I draw lines in the sand very quickly. I abhor it so much that I actually have a physical reaction to it; I toss my cookies. It leaves me feeling like there is a hand around my throat, squeezing.
Nowadays I gravitate towards simple pleasures, people with a positive outlook, calm environments, quietness and uncomplicated situations. That to me, is worth more than gold.
So if you see me with a goofy smile on my face and ask me why I'm so happy, don't be surprised if my answer is a simple "because".
I am pissed off and disgusted and feel like screaming at the top of my lungs. Since I can't start kicking things over and throwing things, I write. It helps.
Today I woke up so happy; work was beginning on my walk-in closet/spare room. Not wanting to burden family or friends, I hired a handyman to assemble Ikea furniture.
From this day forward, I swear to always pay attention to those little flags that go up. When I initially met him, I had a weird feeling. On the way out, he asked if I lived alone. Naively, I answered. I also thought I caught him looking at me up and down but thought....nah...I must be imagining things.
So, the work commenced at 10:00 am today, and six hours later, still was not finished. At around 3:00 pm I started getting a sick feeling that all was not going well. This should not be taking this long. Finally when the work was finished, I paid for the work done and was looking forward to having my apartment to myself.
Mr. handyman decided to linger. I thanked him for his work and was ushering him into the stairs. Once more he asked if I lived alone. This time I was prepared, I changed the subject and pretended I did not hear him. Then he took it upon himself to ask more intrusive questions and said the following; "a nice lady like you, you need a man. You're a nice looking lady, you should have a man. No man? Is there a man? You need a man". Oh really? Why don't you come out and tell me EXACTLY what I "need" a man for? And this time, I did not imagine the staring up and down. As if that was not creepy enough, he decided to inform me that he notices me walking up and down our street.
I'm struggling with finding a PG13 way of expressing how degrading, disgusting and infuriating this exchange was. Honestly, I wanted to punch this ignoramus in the mouth to get him to stop talking.
It's unbelievable to me that this type of shit still happens. Let's call a spade a spade. This is harassment. I should be able to hire someone, pay them, and have them behave professionally. I'm usually very quick to respond, but with every stupid word that came out of his mouth, I felt smaller and smaller.
The same thing happened to a friend of mine a few years ago. What's wrong with these men? When we hire a handyman, it's not a ruse. We need work done, that's it. Idiots like this give men a bad name.
Hi! I'm Chris, an empty nester living in Montreal and making the most of this stage in my life. I love cooking for friends and family, DIY projects, decorating and writing.