Always the worker bee, never the queen

Politics. I am immersed in politics, although I am not running for an elected office.  From politics in the sports my children play, to politics in the office, and many other forms of politics in between.  Living in a world where you are not valued for your skills, work ethic, or knowledge, but valued because of the people you know is, well, extremely frustrating and hurtful.  Coming from a long line of hard-working, intelligent, middle-class people puts one at a disadvantage in a disingenuous world.  I have become disillusioned that my hard work, skill and knowledge base will ever pay off.  Not to mention that it seems I do not have the contacts needed to obtain that promotion or pay raise.  I am not a player, I am a worker.  

After feeling a bit upset by the office politics I have had to endure throughout the day, I attended my son’s basketball game where I was faced with more politics.  The type of politics in which a child is allowed to have more play time if the parents are friends of the coach.  Again, no skill or knowledge needed.

It is disheartening to live in a world where skills are not learned, knowledge is not needed, and work ethic is a term from the past.  As for me, you can take the promotion from the girl, but you can’t stop the girl from continuing to work hard and excel at every level.  It is the way I have been programmed.   I can only hope that the political parties involved in my world will learn an important lesson.  Oh yes, you know what lesson I am talking about.

One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.


Fan or fanatic?

I am a sports enthusiast.  Ok….  to be honest, I am a fanatic.  I wear the colors, the beads, the hats, and collect as many team-related trinkets as I can find.  I love sports and the competitive spirit.   The thrill of victory, brings an exhilarating sense of team and excitement.  Reliving a win over and over with anyone who will listen.  The smile stays and is infectious, especially around fellow fans.

If a loss is suffered, the pain is hard to bear.  Despair sets in and the game replay begins…  if we had only…..  we should havefanatic….  why?  Misery loves company and the want to be around others who are feeling the same grows.

Cheering for my teams and the excitement the games bring is a big part of my self care.  I can be the fanatic and leave my other persona behind, even if for a short time.

Sports build camaraderie and togetherness.  Hearing thousands of fans collectively screaming for the same team is priceless.  I will be a fanatic forever.  Now, if only one of my teams would win a championship…  sigh.