Self-important people: I both loath and envy them. While I never want to be so gosh-awful obnoxious, I wish I weren’t so full of insecurity so much of the time.
Time: Could it just stand still for a while? Is that really asking too much? I have a lot of things to get done on a daily basis, and no matter how many of them I accomplish, I always go to bed feeling like I didn’t accomplish anything.
Parenting: A friend once told me she knows God sent her her children because she, for whatever reasons that only He knows, is best equipped to be their mother. (She is not a self-important person, by the way). I admire her faith and her self-assurance as a mother (which isn’t to say she never questions herself, but her faith in the fact that God picked her to mother these children because she is good for them helps her through). I wish I shared her perspective. Instead I find myself wondering how my children got stuck with me for their mom.
Gratitude: I have so much, so very, very much, for which to be grateful. And, while I know that and can logically see that, I have been really trying to feel it. I get glimmers of it every now and then and am lifted by the joy that it brings. It seems to hit me most often when I am working outside. Hmmm . . . vitamin D deficient much?
Crisis Mode Living: In retrospect, I think that I have been living in crisis mode for the past many years, constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. What does that even mean, by the way? I mean, I know what it means, but why? Why does it mean that? Anyway, the other shoe always does drop, and I’m wondering how many feet I actually have. I’ve got to run out of shoes soon (I know, you’re thinking, “What’s happened lately?” Just trust me, stuff has happened. Then more stuff happened). Anyway, I’m tired of waiting for the other shoe to drop. I just want to be able to take life as it comes and enjoy the enjoyable parts more. The truth is that life is going to be full of dropping shoes anyway, so I might as well relish the times when I’m not being pummeled with metaphorical footwear and grasp for joy when I am.
Blogging: Something I probably shouldn’t do when it is gray and rainy outside and I’m hormonal inside.
And George . . .