Wednesday, March 23, 2011
I have been trying to work myself out of a funk by setting small goals. Very small achievable tasks that will allow me to feel like I’ve made baby steps but do you know what I figured out? I have figured out why babies cling to crawling.
I tried to clean the house, the first baby step on my list. I so want to be in maintenance mode. I mapped out a plan, gathered all the proper tools and supplies from the closet and I set out on my mission.
I am back to crawling because I forgot why I was carrying all that stuff, got side-tracked and spent 2 hours fixing the DVD player that had not worked in a year. (Not even on the list)
I tried to stand up to my ghost. Second baby step, leave the television alone. Seems my ghost wants to turn it on in the middle of the night. My mother told me I had to put Jesus’s name in my order of it being off limits.
I am back to crawling because apparently Jesus thinks my television is the devils creation and wants nothing to do with it.
I decided to move on, work in the yard. I cannot beat these allergies might as well party with them.
I tried to rake up winter, my third baby step. The girls and I headed out with rake and leaf bags in hand. They went off exploring the fence line; I went to work on the piles of pine needles.
My brain could not comprehend what the bag and hands were supposed to do and I became frustrated rather quickly. “Take a break, look up and breath; what the… hey stop that”
I am back to crawling because the coffee on the dogs attracted spring ants.
”Forget it, just sit down and relax; listen to that first voice you heard this morning,” was all I could think to myself. But no, the phone had to ring.
I am back to crawling because, as you read this I am in a doctor’s office with that same friend I went on vacation with. You know; the one I suggested we feed salt water taffy to.
I will be around as soon as I get home.