Don’t put the penis on a pedestal.

Yes that’s right... don't put the penis on a pedestal.

One of my great friends mentioned a website the other day that I just had to share. The website, Her Canberra, is focused on all things Canberra, and all things woman. Roar!

Anyway there was a particular article that I had to share because I can. :-P

While I don't agree with it all, there a parts of it that are true, and all woman are guilty of doing one or all at one point in their life. 

Don’t put the penis on a pedestal.

As wonderful as the guy you are currently dating is, he is at the end of the day just a guy – not some sort of demigod. He is a human being with many wonderful qualities and just as many faults – no more, no less. And if it doesn’t work out, then there will, eventually, after a lot of crying and too much wine drinking, be another one to take his place. So don’t give him more power over your happiness then he deserves.

Stop stressing and make yourself happy.

If you want to call him, then do it (within reason – nobody likes a crazy stalker). If you want to sleep with him, go for it (but be aware of the risks). If you want to go out dancing with your girlfriends and he’s acting like a jealous moron – then ignore him and go anyway. Basically, stop worrying so much about what he likes, what he thinks, what he wants and just make yourself happy. If it doesn’t work out then he wasn’t the right one for you, learn from it and move on.

Do not; I repeat do not go changing who you are to please a man.

It never works, eventually the facade will crack and your true self will be revealed. And really do you want him to love the real you warts and all or some fake, sanitised version of yourself? The only reason to change is if something you’re doing is not making you happy or not getting you what you want. For example if you want a serious relationship then own that and don’t settle for anything less. Casual sex is fine – if you’re happy with that but if you’re not then don’t go there. And don’t worry whichever side of the debate you land on the right person for you will share your values.

To find a great man, you need to be a great girl.

If you’re a fun, friendly, happy, decent person who is out there living life and enjoying themselves then when the timing is right you will meet the right person. I mean given the choice between a wonderful, charismatic, interesting, confident, mature and self reliant man; and a childish loser with a bad attitude, no friends or interests and a massive chip on his shoulder who reeks of desperation and bitterness which one would you want to date? Yeah that’s what I thought.

And most importantly

A man is not a plan.

Friends, family, career, passions, hobbies, travel, freedom, financial stability, good health – these are my life, my cake if you will. And men, well they’re just the icing. Cake is yummier with icing but without it, it’s still cake. And as the say goes ‘you can’t hurry love’. So you can sit around waiting for the icing while your cake goes stale, or you can enjoy what you have right now, right in front of you. Which is the opportunity to be happy and fabulous doing whatever the hell you god damn please. The right icing may or may not ever turn up but if you bake the best cake you possibly can and put it out there proudly for all the world to see then you have the best chance of finding it.

Patience is the key

I am still healing from my mishap three weeks ago.

Three friggin long weeks ago!!

I haven't been able to exercise in three weeks... its driving me insane.

Tomorrow I will have another physio session and hopefully I get the green light (even an amber light) to do some exercise. The only exercise I can do at this point is walking, which I do everyday because I walk to work.

The lesson learned here is... don't help others. I have paid the price for it. And while it was a lovely gesture, blah blah blah, I still wished I didn't do it. I came out worse than my work colleague. And its starting to get overwhelming and uncomfortable.

And now he is ever so grateful and its getting too much now. He has sent emails thanking me, he has told me thank you after each time I come back from a physio at lunch, and now I have a card on my desk, thanking me for what I did. And in then there are prayers. Prayers for me.

Now I am not religious. I have no problem with people worshipping, praying or whatever but I don't like it thrust down my throat because that's just hypocrisy. I hate hypocrites! You can do whatever you please but don't talk to me about it. I'm not interested.

He keeps saying he is praying for me, and another colleague (also of a particular faith), keeps inviting me to pray groups. When did it become ok to push your own religious views in my person space?

I just want my back, neck and shoulders to heal, and be done with it... and I mean be done with the thank you's and the prayers.

At least I have four weeks to go until I can say good bye to this team and never look back.

I just need to keep my head down.

Watch out for the banana peel!!

Yesterday I was dancing.

Yesterday I was eating a teeny tiny delicious cupcake.

And yesterday I fell onto a hardwood floor after going to help my work colleague who split his head on the gutters of a bowling lane.

Yeah I wish I stopped at the cupcake.

We were all having a really good day yesterday.

My team were getting along.

They were laughing and cheering each other.

My colleague went up to the black line threw down his ball, lost his balance and then smacked hard on the ground.

I ran towards him to help him up and then saw the gush of blood coming from his head and then I slipped on the floor and hit my head but thankfully I didn’t split anything. I dragged him away from the lane and his blood and sat him down in a sit where the rest of my colleagues then went to his aid.

That aside I didn’t like the comments that followed after the incident… one person was laughing and joking that she should have videotaped it and sent it to Australia’s Funniest Videos to win some cash, and another (a staffer from the bowling centre) said he saw it and laughed so hard.

I said to both that I didn’t find anything funny about someone having blood gushing from his head, and me holding ice to my head to help with the massive headache I was dealing with.  

I don’t care how funny it looked, standing there and doing nothing, makes me want to slap you hard.

My team did well. Two of my staffers went with him to the hospital and stayed with him until he was discharged, and my branch manager went to visit him in hospital to make sure he was ok.

The same branch manager checked in with me and was genuine in her concern for my wellbeing which was quite touching. I have never had a boss do that before and it was quite surreal but nice.

Today my back is sore and my neck is stiff but I’m doing better than my colleague, who now has a 13 centimetre smiley face on the top of his head. It is in the shape of a smiley face.

Now that I can smile at.