Bleep, as the wise would say, happens. It happens with unfailing regularity. Sometimes it seems to be the only thing happening. All around you. Yeah, yeah, the Internet and the Social Media sites glow every now and again with impossibly photoshopped images of luminous butterflies alighting ever so gently on burn-your-cornea-neon green lawns with computer generated cursive writing proclaiming inane things like ``When one door shuts, another opens".
Phbbt! Like Hell!
No it don't. And that is the truth of it. Bleep happens, no matter what amount of Febreeze you want to spray on it. What whitewash you want to plaster on it. In the end, there is only one truth: Bleep.
On somedays all I want to do is take a really good book, preferably hard bound and huge -- like say the Mahabharata or something and then lob it real hard at life. The trouble, I find, is that while metaphors like this are so satisfying to visualize, they are of no use. I am unable to pin life down to any one physical form.
Today is one such day, where I wish I could concretize life to one object and then lob things at it. I just wish I did not have to be so many things to so many people and have so much to do. But then again, if wishes were horses.
Minor irritant number one: I am sick again and can't seem to drum up enthusiasm for anything. Minor irritant number two: I almost made up my mind to hire some one to do something on the house. A large scale thing. Turns out that although they claimed to be Better Business Bureau certified, I can't seem to find them on the BBB listings. A seed of doubt has been sown and I can't seem to sleep! Now that means, the screening, interviewing and everything has to start all over again! But more importantly, it means I am still gullible. Minor irritant number two point oh one: I discovered today that they guy we hired to do some electrical work and who had apparently praised my halloween sculptures a lot to my husband has, in deed, broken my ground breaker! Minor irritant number three: I bought too much stuff for the yard that needs to be done. I am nervous that I may let things slip by one more year. Not so minor irritant number four: Dad is not doing all that well and I am nervous about how my Mom is going to manage alone. Slightly major irritant number five: I have two major deadlines and a conference coming up. Slightly major irritant number six: I am losing steam on workouts -- actually have no interest it seems which is more important than just not making it to workouts. Apparently I prefer to procrastinate like I am doing now!
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