The Eagles were SUPPOSED to lose yesterday. That first half was a dismal heartbreaker. But then, miraculously, the Giants fell apart in the second half. Everything that worked for the Giants in the first half suddenly unraveled in the second. Barkley wasn’t being used as much. Beckham complained about his play time. Barkley and Beckham, the two forces that caused the Eagles to stumble at first, were not used as often in the latter half of the game, giving the Eagles the edge they needed to get past the team that is now 3-8.
My personal MVP of the game? Jake Elliott. If it weren’t for that guy, the Eagles wouldn’t have gotten on the board for a while and he’s the one who put them over the top to break a tie score. Kickers just don’t get enough love.
If Doug Pederson didn’t just get the Lombardi last year, he’d be out of a job. But you know, all the other coaches may not be so lucky. The Eagles need a complete overhaul of the offense and defense to get back into shape.
And besides, this is Drew Brees’ year. Let’s give credit where credit is due. (Anyone but Brady, please.)
Lack of posts recently? I can tell you why.
It’s because I’ve been dealing with a doggone migraine since Thursday. I’ve taken triptans twice a day nearly EVERY DAY to help alleviate the pain. And, taken Tylenol.
Why not Excedrin, Advil, or Aleve? Well, I just underwent (is that a word?) my frozen embryo transfer in the hopes of a successful pregnancy. I have a theory on why I might not be pregnant, but I’ll only reveal it if I think I’m right.
Regardless, I can’t take any NSAIDs during pregnancy (just in case I am pregnant) so Tylenol is IT for OTC. I’m lucky triptans are allowed.
I tried to get back into exercise this morning. I can do yoga and light activity so I thought I’d try my hand at yoga again. And reaffirmed that I hate it. I’ll keep doing it to stay active if I am pregnant but I could barely make it through 10 minutes of a 40-minute yoga video. I gave up at the 30-minute mark. Not that it wasn’t challenging—it was VERY challenging; I was sweating—but it’s just not my preferred activity. My preferred activities are the stuff that I can’t do: high-impact exercise, jogging, weight lifting, high-intensity aerobics. And I’m not sure how I’d avoid exercising my abs. (The last thing I need right now.)
If I’m not pregnant, that solves that dilemma. But if I am, then I can switch to some prenatal exercises that will be challenging in a different way. I tried them during my last pregnancy and found them appropriately difficult and engaging. Thank God for exercises that aren’t yoga.
I recently attended a bar mitzvah and entered a synagogue for the first time in my life. It was an enriching experience. Considering that Christianity is a religion based on Judaism, it was eye-opening to gain a glimpse of a service that Jesus was a part of. Reading the Torah and the prophets. Carrying the Torah. Imagine Jesus having a bar mitzvah at 13! The reverence for scripture is amazing.
It was also fascinating to hear Hebrew songs and read along with the lyrics in Hebrew (English translation provided on the other side of the page). Of course, none of the Hebrew characters made sense to me but to be exposed to them—reading an ancient language that Jesus would have read—was incredible. I really enjoyed attending a Shabbat service and definitely wouldn’t mind doing it again if presented with the opportunity.
While I was at synagogue in Philadelphia, on the other side of the state in Pittsburgh, an anti-Semitic man decided to bring his hate into the Tree of Life synagogue, killing 11 innocent people. The shooting hit close to home for me because it reminded me that it could easily have been the synagogue I attended. I sat on the train with profound sadness for those attending a routine Shabbat service, only to have it destroyed during at 20-minute hate crime. To be honest, I don’t think I would’ve experienced the deep sympathy I felt if I hadn’t been partaking in a Judaic service that very morning. As if Jewish people haven’t endured enough in history, to have such a terrible assault simply because of who they are and their religious faith was astounding. I shouldn’t be surprised by hate given what I believe about sin and the depraved souls of humans, but the depth of and actions from hate never cease to amaze me.
My deepest sympathies and prayers are with the Tree of Life congregation. May the Lord have mercy on the shooter’s soul. And I won’t go into the need for practical actions, such as gun restriction legislation, including mental health records in firearm background checks. I’ll save that post for another day.
There’s a Christian children’s song called “Jesus Loves Me.” The simple lyrics are as follows:
Jesus loves me
This I know
For the Bible tells me so
Little ones to him belong
They are weak when he is strong
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
Yes, Jesus loves me
The Bible tells me so
Sometimes my mind likes to twist and pervert the lyrics.
No one loves me
This I know
Because I tell myself so
I belong down in a grave
Where no one can help or save
No, no one loves me
No, no one loves me
No, no one loves me
Because I tell me so
Of course this is not true. But it feels true. Distinguishing between what is true and what is false is sometimes a hard task for me.
I’m an editor with 14 years of experience. (FOURTEEN YEARS? WOW. Where did the time go?) Because of my “expertise,” I’ve been asked to give presentations at work about the importance of editing and why project managers at my ad agency should use it. (Utilize? haha) I put expertise in quotation marks because I don’t feel like I’m much of an expert with less than 20 years of experience. But even with 20 years of experience, I still think I’d feel like a novice.
I try to tell myself that I’m qualified to speak on editing in medicine and pharma. I’ve been copy editing since 2004. I’m good, right? I’ve worked in the ad industry for 10 years. I successfully freelanced for the majority of that time.
But I still struggle with the idea of what makes me qualified to speak on editing. What do I bring to the table that no one else does? And I can’t figure that out. Maybe it’s my experience in pharma? My experience in marketing & advertising?
I also realize that I have impostor syndrome. Even though I probably know more than I think I do, I project this air of confidence that I’m so smart and know what I’m talking about. You can take the impostor syndrome test here.
I’m scared of failure. I’m scared of someone saying,”That doesn’t make sense at all. Do you really know what you’re talking about?” I’ve been told I’m a good presenter, but I loathe it because I think I’m never good enough. (I could’ve said this differently or I could’ve done that differently.) I always reflect on the things that went wrong rather than the things that went right. I’m SUPER aware of my flaws (uh, um, ah, well) and maybe have a poor read on the audience’s reaction. (Although I don’t think I do. They tend to look otherwise occupied or bored.)
All I want to do is make myself proud. Feel content with where I am professionally. And I don’t know that I ever will.
My mom visited for the week. And I survived. Somehow.
It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Except for a few critical comments in the beginning of the week, she was pretty nice and compliant. But then again, I was sick with a migraine on and off during the week so that sucked.
Last week was a tough week workwise. It was busy. The work was challenging, and I enjoyed it. Too bad the company I’m on loan for isn’t hiring at my pay level in my city. And there’s no way I’m taking a pay cut and moving. But editing social media is getting VERY old. I work in pharma! This is supposed to be challenging work, doggone it!
Son’s behavior is still tough. He’s asserting his independence, pushing the boundaries, and seeing how far he can take it. And he’s taking it so far that he’s driving me and my husband nuts. I had a short fuse with him this week but I need to work on being more patient with him. He’s learning. A LOT. And I need to recognize that and be cognizant of it.
The last few days have been a bear. I had a migraine for 3 consecutive days with nausea on and off. Ginger ale has been my BFF. I’ve purposely eaten terribly so i could throw up but that hasn’t happened yet. The nausea is still pretty bad tho.
Speaking of BFFs, I was supposed to meet with a friend on Friday and enjoy a day of pub hopping in Philly. I had this planned for MONTHS. Now I’m stuck in bed writing a blog post, dealing with a migraine, and fighting off nausea. Luckily i have my bucket nearby. All is well to catch any upchuck.
my mom will be visiting for the next week. If I survive, I will tell you all about my harrowing experience.