how aggravating

Posted On October 11, 2009

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Sweet success!  Feels so good.  It was a very unusual day and I have to focus on one success and not the other flop.  It was a good day.

I got up early and had a delightful quiet time with the Lord.  I had plenty of time to get ready leisurely for work and then ride my bike in the brisk fall air.  Work was BUSY which is always good and I worked with great people.  No problem there.  I planned after work to go to Wal-Mart, Big 5 Sports and make an exchange at Safeway.  All good so far.  I managed to ride home even with my few too many purchases bulging out of my windbreaker, stretched over my weighted walking vest that I just bought, a box of tea and one of hair color, Airborne (my personal declaration of rebellion against the flu shot) and OH, cheese.  So, I lumbered home and raced inside to call Katie.

I chatted with her while I began my next plan for the day.  I wanted to move the paniers from one bike to the other.  I wasn’t at all sure if I could do it, if I even had the tools. I’m so proud!! I found the tools and started the job.  I even resourcefully swiped a screw of Patrick’s mountain bike to replace one that I had apparently lost a long time ago.  And ta-da!!  No second tries, to giving up, 30 minutes later, including time on the phone – I did it! I’m becoming quite handy.  I assembled our new grill/smoker last month.

Then, I put a new $7 box of color on my hair and sat down to write.  I wanted to write so much.  It really is my love and joy and relief.  I WANT to be a real writer.  But somehow, it was now 7:15 p.m. and my other ambition for the evening was to try a new recipe that was going to take a few minutes to prepare.  On top of that I wanted to read some and do some market research and…. when will I ever learn and accept that I’m only one person with a million things I like to do!?

I think the only disappointing aspect of the whole day is that I didn’t write as much as I’d like.  It seems like I’m almost afraid of it.  Afraid of not knowing where to start when I sit down and getting up with nothing creative to show for it.  So I find I procrastinate and put off what I want and planned to do more than anything.  How aggravating!!


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