I looked at the frost on my flowers the other day and thought, “Huh. That’s like my brain right now.”
You know when you were a kid and ate ice cream too fast or slurped one of those slushie things? It was like, “Whoa! Brain freeze!” Remember that?
Yeah. That’s not what I’m talking about at all. It’s more like stumbling out of bed at ridiculous-o-clock, shuffling into the kitchen, opening the cabinet, and staring at the coffee mugs.
Almost daily now, I find myself in the middle of a task and I get brain freeze. I just stop what I’m doing and my mind goes to sleep for a second. What was I doing? Why did I come in here? What was I looking for?
This has happened to me many times, of course. Usually in the early morning. But now it’s like permafrost—it lasts all day.
On top of that, I think magical things are going to happen. Not consciously but in a “this-will-be-completed-with-no-assistance-from-me” sort of way.
If I stare at the coffee maker, I will have coffee. If I stare at the computer screen, my page will be edited.
I’m getting time back by focusing on what’s important and ditching the rest (which is awesome) but I’m not getting the stuff done I’ve made time for. I know. Irony is delicious. Just don’t eat it too fast.
Maybe I need to get used to having that bit of extra time before my frostbitten brain can thaw and function properly.
My Sunday thoughts in (around) 200 words.
I know everyone wonders what they went into the kitchen for at one time or another but, realistically, how often does this happen to you? Should I be worried? 😉
I think I just need to adjust to this new-ish schedule. Hopefully, after a transition period, this will mean I actually finish the books I’m working on and get them out into the world! *fingers crossed*
Many seasons of losing bits of myself. Allowing the chlorophyll to seep away and show the world my true colors. Making myself vulnerable while being brave enough to bare leafless branches. Letting go of the leaves I’ve worked so hard to grow. Ones I thought I needed.
The leaves are just beginning to turn. They are changing. Dying. I need to remember there is beauty in these deaths.
I will survive. I can let go.
Dried-up dreams are getting caught in autumn breezes and whipping around my feet. I can let them scratch my ankles or I can dance with them.
Do what you feel in your heart to be right — for you’ll be criticized anyway.
~ Eleanor Roosevelt
Truer words were never spoken.
Or perhaps they were. Regardless, these are up there in the top ten of How to Live Your Life.
Eleanor goes on to say that “you’ll be damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.” Hot damn! She’s right.
You can never please everyone. Let me just go ahead and say that again. You can never. Please. Everyone.
I’m speaking to myself, of course, as I often always do on this blog but I believe these words fiercely.
I know I’m a good person so why don’t I just do what I feel in my heart to be right?
Worrying what others might think or how they may perceive what I do (or don’t do) is a terrible way to live. How people choose to see me is not in my control. (And really not my problem. Unless I make it my problem. Which we’ve just established it’s not.)
The bottom line here is that, yes, you’ll be damned if you do, damned if you don’t. So…