I am a compulsive creature of habit. I hate that I missed #1linerWeds this week. And to absolve my FOMO as the kids says; I am breaking all the rules and posting late.
Happiness resides not in possessions, and not in gold, happiness dwells in the soul.
I re-learned the above truth and that may just be why I was tardy to #1linerWeds. You see I took a random day off work Tuesday … to finish my project of deep spring cleaning/organizing of my home office. I didn’t do that but I still had a most enjoyable day.
Wednesday I went back to the mother ship and wrote about my Happy Place here. The day was action packed. Two training classes and an interview. Oh my! I plumb forgot what day it was though for a moment I knew and had planned to post this Wednesday evening.
Now I could be sad and think I am going senile by losing time. I am doing that a lot lately y’all … losing time. But I am not worried. Just natural progression and/or multi-tasking madness. And maybe losing time is not exactly what I mean anyway. More like time is going too fast so feels like I do not have enough of time. So on that order, I choose to be happy and I choose to make the most of my time. ❤
By the time they walked to their cars, the lots were almost empty. At least it was still daylight.
Sheila (hugging Carrie): Bye love. Until next time. Give the boys my best.
Carrie: I will. Take care. See you in a month.
Sheila was parked further out. She felt a chill as she hurried to her car. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. She noticed the Corolla but thought nothing of it until she heard the engine rev.
Holy shit! Sheila screamed. Somebody call 911!
Her voice echoed off the payment. She felt nothing as she saw her body lying there. Was this really how her story would end?
Okay! Here goes nothing. I got sucked into this crap by my need to understand the human condition. I saw the trailer for the movie and was all I HAVE TO READ THIS BOOK FIRST! But alas, I did not need anything of the sort. In fact, reading this arm chair psychology did more harm than good. One person’s opinion does not cover all bases. I choose to disagree.
Most of this book he is speaking like someone who is immune. Making several declarative statements like the gospel truth. I’ve come to a conclusion that understanding is elusive from the outside. Unless you have walked a mile in my shoes then STFU!
The selection of the month for September 2018 is the Child by Fiona Barton.
We were told it starts out slow but the ending packs a whammy! I couldn’t wait to get going and since I took the day off like a spoiled lady of leisure, I am already a 1/3 of the way through. Yep! I do not read books, I devour them. Ah escapism at its’ best!!
I took another day off today as a spoiled woman of leisure. And I did have plans to finish my cleaning/organizing project today but those plans went awry. I have really been slacking in the housekeeping department. I do the bare minimum – wash dishes, take out the trash, clean the bathrooms, weekly laundry and that is it. Oh wait! I am back to making my bed every day! Darn you Admiral. You have tapped into my compulsiveness. But the heavy stuff is continually put off for another day.
And it is a scientific proven fact that messy/cluttered spaces lead to anxiety/depression. Or is it that anxiety/depression exhibits itself by messy/cluttered spaces. Which came first the chicken or the egg? And why did the duck chicken cross the road? Inquiring minds want to KNOW! Or should we trust “they” whoever “they” are because “they” have said it is SO!
Sometimes it is the little things you know. I slept in this morning. When I got up, I started cleaning in the southwest corner. I did a top to bottom clean of only our bedroom. Based boards, window sills, vacuumed, dusted all surfaces to include the ceiling fan. Yuck. But not yuck. Ya know? Feels good. Then I got sucked into my reading. Broke for lunch and to publish this post and later I might get back at it.
Or not because there is always tomorrow or the next day or the day after that. Until there isn’t and if there isn’t do we really care about the day before? Deep stuff percolating in the brain today. Deep stuff!
Any Who, Happy Tuesday one and all. I hope your day is special. If you are reading this, know you are loved!