Zen of Mess
Today’s title is courtesy of a thread that’s been going on one of the journal mailing lists.
I love this. It’s me.
Why should I be so obsessed with making sure this place is clean? What difference does it make in the long run? Certainly I like how it looks when I finish cleaning, but it’s a short-lived enjoyment. The real me can’t sustain the look and I go back to being the messy person I am.
So I too, will now try to embrace the Zen of mess.
I am totally embracing this new philosophy...even though I have continued to clean and organize.... albeit sporadically. I get distracted sometimes... the computer, crafts shows on t.v., some treasure I unearth as I clean.
If anyone who knows me happens to be reading this, and you are among the legions who have never seen this place… I figure that you may have about an eight-minute window of opportunity tomorrow to see the living/dining/kitchen/bath areas clean. You'll have from 2:30-2:38. After that, all bets are off. The two bedrooms will still be off limits. Perhaps one will be open for viewing sometime next week, although I do advise that you don't hold your breath....
Better have yourself in the car and ready to roll sometime tomorrow afternoon.
I am on a new health kick today. I decided I needed some exercise, so I walked to Dunkin’ Donuts for a nutritious lunch of a coffee Coolatta and a donut. It was a breakfast/lunch combo. I never had breakfast. Sounds like a nifty diet, huh?
I'm mad at the mailman. I let him into the mailroom today, because he had forgotten his key, and then went home. Turns out I have a PRIORITY box that he was too lazy to come and buzz the apartment to hand me. I'm pissed. Now I have to go to the post office in the morning. I take it that the word "priority" is only another word as far as the post office is concerned….
I guess I'm spending Thursday with R.J. I have no idea what to do with him. Jordan's Furniture, but then what? I have no desire to go into town, and I think he'd like to.
I walked out on chorus tonight. Not until the actual rehearsal part was done, but I’m totally bull at the moment.
Dee and I were asked to take over chairing the show. We agreed. We’ve made decisions. Now these decisions are being questioned by the management team and they are deciding to change them?!? So what the hell am I doing all this work for? If they don’t like the decisions they can do the work themselves. I’ll just be out of it totally. I am so pissed off. I don’t think I’ll go back for a few weeks.
I need space. I can’t be this unhappy all the time. Especially when it’s my hobby, my supposed release that’s making me that way.
I want to go smash someone or something.
I’d better take some Advil before I go to bed, or I’ll be up all night thinking about this. I won’t be answering the phone for the next two days. I’ll just be screening all my calls and answering those I want to speak to.
It’s a short list.
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