November 3, 2010
Life is Good at Throwing Curveballs...
It amazes me, sometimes, how I can just plod along, moving forward in life, following the same old routines day in and day out. Get up, shower, dress for work, get breakfast, drive to work, work, drive home, fix dinner, do some household chores, watch TV in bed, sleep and the whole thing starts over again (on most days). It's habitual. It's rote. There are times when I arrive at work and don't remember large pieces of the drive! How crazy is that?
Even when I'm aware and mindful, I have a plan, I follow the plan. When I have a good plan in place I begin to feel peaceful about it... things are going "as planned". I've paid this or that off "as planned". We went to this or that event "as planned". I blogged today, "as planned".
Then life throws you a curveball.
The hubs is pretty sick. For the past three days, my life has been consumed with taking care of him... taking him to doctor's appointments, figuring out his medical insurance (which changed over on Tuesday from an old policy to a new one), visiting the grocery store and pharmacy several billion times (no, not really), visiting the hospital at o-dark-thirty-ungodly-hour-in-the-morning (yes, really).
No "right choices" with food.
Prep for scrap-store classes? Nuh-uh.
Sleep? Not no way, not now how.
And the things I'd planned on doing (for me) over the past week and a half? Completely out of the picture. No chance to really delve into Shimelle's True Stories class. On an impulse, I registered for NaNoWriMo, but have I written my 1,667 words a day for three days? Nope. A less cluttered house? Ha! Haha!
Standing at home plate.
Swinging wildly at the curveball.
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