What?! Two posts in two days? Who are you, you inspired creature…you go-getter….you dazzling exemplification of radiant and splendiferous discipline?
Um, note to self, take it down a notch or ten…you’re posting, not writing the next Nobel Prize winning novel.
Yeh, and while I is taking me down a peg (Bundy), how about getting off your high (heeled) horse, wiping that silly smirk off your face, click-clopping your way to the kitchen and making us some breakfast…now, that would be an accomplishment to brag about (and a first).
“Oh, me, oh I–not even you can get to us today! I mean, come on–have you seen that sun? It quells like victory…a reward lofted on high for just such a trio as we!”
Well, she does have a point, says me (even if she is making it in that antiquated kind of speaking she does when she’s feeling (story) bookish)…
Yeh, I think I must agree, says I. After all, it’s not everyday that she—okay, we—wake up feeling this amazing.
And, Wonderfuls, this great mood explains how I found myself rocking back and forth like a turtle on its back this morning–reaching side-to-side in search of….oh, Lord, this didn’t sound so awkward when first I thunk the thought….reading glasses.
Yes, yes, reading glasses…
And, as I groped and flailed (a duet of opposite arms reaching across my body, blindly searching for the visionaries determined to make a (drugstore) spectacle of me), I immediately thought of George Costanza clumsily grasping for his glasses (coincidentally, in bed and fresh on the heels of sticking his foot in his mouth ).
Which just goes to prove you’ve got to take the good with the bad.
After all, it was just this week that I enthused to one and all, “This is my year!!!” Giddy (up) with smug relief, I added that I was going one better than George when he announced, “This is the summer of George!”.
The few workmates in my office didn’t get the reference…(*”Really, no Seinfeld fans among you?”*)
Not judging mind you…”Ain’t nobody got time for that!”
And, for those of you who don’t follow (or remember), George’s declaration was inspired by his severance package from a stint with the Yankees—and I, my friends, have severed my association with the winter blahs, blues, and hullabaloos.
Although, I shouldn’t over-simplify my mood-shift by blaming Winnidread for my uncharacteristic snow-bawling…ah, to heck with it…I’m gonna take a page from this new chapter and (green) leave it at that 🙂
Which is also why I won’t be including a P.S. context for any obscure wordplays (although italics alert you of their presence)…my intention is that you’ll understand enough to see me for who I am–and I figure there’s no harm in leaving something to the imagination 🙂
So, back to the reading glasses…I’ve needed them for a while now, perhaps for/4 months…and, while I’m alternating between scapegoating and sunny-gloating, I blame it on hours and hours of staring at a computer. Between recording session notes at work, Kobo reads—and reading and writing blog posts—my chickens have come home to roost…and, the Peg in me is not a welcoming homemaker.
Why is it that we resist change?
(*And, how did “Married With Children” last for 10 years? And, why am I asking that question when I undoubtedly watched it enough for the Peg reference to crop out of my subconscious and onto the page?
Nope, not going down that particular rabbit hole…I’m gonna keep it simple, and focus on what’s helpful.*)
So, the question becomes:
Why do we instinctively resist the easy changes that would do us immediate good (such as grabbing a pair of glasses) while we go out of our way to don hip-waders and bog ourselves down in anxiety-producing pursuits.
(*Can I get an “Amen” from any over-thinkers out there?*)
Or, is it just me? ‘Anybody else ever woken in the wee hours of the morning and immediately fought to remember what you just know you forgot to do the day before?
Then, having come up with a bonus botch or two, you tirelessly wrestle with your inability to get back to sleep in hopes you’ll be somewhat prepared to take on these (and other anticipated) Herculean challenges to come?
(*Excuse me, Fabulosos, I’ll be back in a sec…*)
“Okay, me, myself, and I—while I’m loving our enthusiasm, we seem to be slipping on the icy slope of Winter whining…and, with all due respect, it’s May (we please move on?)!”
“Hey, says myself, why are you dragging me through the mud (bog)? The two of us are basking in the joy of sunny days and garden delights!”
“Yeh”, says me, “what gives? Also, I’d like to thank myself for having my back”
Alright, alright, it looks like I need to take responsibility for the choices I make.
And, although I said I’d let it go, I feel bad about maligning Winnidread. In future, I’ll refer to her as Win, instead…for, she did set the scene for me to realize that discovering ones true calling can make one’s here-and-now seem quite unbearable at times…
Whereby, having glimpsed the promised land (on your feet), one becomes highly-critical of one’s current standing—and forgets to cherish every moment of the life and lessons that will enable us to remain on higher ground when our ship (para) sails in.
So, that’s me today, Dazzlers. I hope you find worth in my offering; for you are invaluable and so appreciated. Until next time….
God bless you and your loves 🙂
Affectionately, Truly 🙂
P.S. Thanks to my wonderful friend, Adam…his blog is one of my favorites and I’m sure you will love it too…his kind comment on yesterday’s post (read today) spurred me to harness my joy and write this one…proof that you never know what your words will mean to someone 🙂
P.S.S. If you’d like, here’s the link to yesterday’s post 🙂