I will start this post by letting you know that I took my sleeping pill about 10 minutes ago; usually that would be enough time to crank a quick paragraph out for National Blog Posting Month, but I washed my face and brushed my teeth and missed my window. I am already backspacing a lot and misspelling about every other word. Like, right there, I spelled window, “winder”.
People who read my blog from West Virginia are all, “Youcan spell it winder if you want tuh!”
This is not to point out poor English speaking skills in Appalachia, but rather the West Virginia accents of our friends up the street who brought Appalachia to us. It should be noted, that after three glasses of my husband’s homemade wine, everyone speaks like they’re from Appalachia. It makes for a fun evening of board games.
Okay, now we’re moving on to the free form portion off the post. This happens just a few minutes before I pass out. Often I’m talking on the phone with Melisa and then……………………. silence. She nicknamed me Radio because her end of the conversation falls into radio silence. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
The next paragrah is after a 10 miniyut brealk.
(Redacted. The spelling got ugly after this and the content mostly involved an ice cream bar.)
I like words. Words motivate me, heal me, make me stronger and help me find peace. I read quotes, daily, for all of those reasons.
I started looking for words about loyalty to put with a picture of my dog for today’s slacker post; my favorite of which was, “If you want loyalty, get a dog. If you want loyalty and attention, get a smart dog.” – Grant Fairley
But, while I was looking, I found words that are very much human, instead.
And, that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? Commitment to school, work, eating right, relationships, exercise – commitment is what holds everything together. Have you ever reached a goal without it?
I’ve been committed to doing a lot of work on my exterior in the past, but as I’m getting older I see the need for more work on my interior. I have some broken parts, literally and figuratively, and unfortunately they are not fixed with beer and chocolate.
So, I’m making a big commitment to myself today. I’m not going to share it here, because it’s MY commitment to MYSELF, but if I succeed I promise I’ll let you in on it in the spring.
If I don’t succeed, I’ll probably tell you that too.
Today is 11/11. Whenever the clock says 11:11 I make a wish, so I’ve been making a lot of wishes today.
I still believe in wishes, even though I’m 43. Maybe it’s because I’m a dreamer and they offer a little respite from reality. I know there is truth in that whole power of positive thinking thing, too. Build it and they will come.
Of course, dreams don’t come true as often as we like, but sometimes you learn a lot just by thinking it. Knowing you want something bad enough to wish for it helps you set your priorities. This is why I blow out the candles on my birthday cake and wish for 364 more days of cake. As long as it’s chocolate.
Ordinarily, I try not to be greedy with my wishes. I only blow one dandelion at a time, I only wish upon one star a night, and I never, ever wish for more wishes. That’s the first rule in genie school.
Wishes are fun and frivolous and not to be used for more serious matters. I reserve those for prayer. Wishes are light and airy, not for healing, soul-searching, problem-solving, or something in which I place faith. They are a bonus. A bright spot in an otherwise boring day.
So, stop right now and make a wish. You never know, it might come true. And, if it does, I totally expect a cut.
I woke early this morning; nearly two hours before any other human in the house. I have a very busy day today and needed to get a jump start, but before I could settle in and start to work, I had to declutter my surroundings.
Laundry was thrown into the washer, random papers were removed from the kitchen counter, toys were stored in their rightful place instead of strewn across the coffee table, coats were hung, and headphones were stored. Next, I cut some coupons, filed my son’s progress reports and watered the plants.
If I could run the sweeper without waking anyone, I’d do that too.
It’s not because I work from home, because I felt the same way when I had an office. And, even when I was an Operations Manager for a company that was bursting at the seams with business and whose staff had grown so quickly we didn’t have anywhere to put them; I had to make a desk out of a fax station that gave me just enough room to open a file folder. It looked like chaos, well…it was chaos, but I made it work because there was order.
Working from home makes it more difficult, because I have desk space and family space, but it’s nothing that can’t be solved with a little early rising. Now, and only now, can I start my work.
Right after I empty the bathroom trash cans.