T.Y. and I celebrate every birthday by giving each other Hostess Cupcakes. He must have been hungry when he went to the supermarket on my last birthday because there are three full boxes of Hostess Cupcakes on my counter.
Eating three boxes of Hostess Cupcakes could kill me. Lord knows I'm not going to eat them. But what should I do with them? I hate to throw out food. Especially food that won't go "bad." But I'd feel guilty feeding those sugarbombs to anyone. And seeing them crowd my counter every day makes me batty.
You know when you're a kid and you're looking for your shoes for hours and
you can't find them and the minute you ask Mom for help, she finds them in two
seconds? This morning is like that.
Or when I struggle to open a jar of pickles and the BF unscrews it with the first twist? This morning is like that.
Do you know what I mean? Does that happen to you?
The other morning, I woke up late. I rushed through showering, dressing, chowing a banana and making tea. The ice dispenser seemed to jam, and in my impatience, I opened the freezer door to grab some out of the bin. Ice flew all over the floor.
As I began to gather it, I looked up at L.
"Remember how we talked about how important it is to set the tone for your day?"
"This isn't a very good start," I said.
"Or maybe it's the universe telling you to cool down!"
Has the universe sent you a metaphorical message lately?
One thing I notice as I get older is that I like to plan. I like to know what's going to happen, when it's going to happen and how it's going to happen.
I prefer to back into situations so I'm on time, polished and ready to go.
This doesn't mean I'm rigid and can't be spontaneous, because I can dash off in the convertible with 10 minutes notice. But for most things, on most days, I find I'm more productive when I have a plan to follow.
How about you? Are you a planner? What works for you?
I recently went to a wedding in an upscale community. The only person I knew, besides my "date," was the groom.
We ate dinner with a group of people our age. But it was strange. Two of them seemed genuine and friendly. The rest seemed obsessed with money and material things.
My friend and I discussed the weird vibe as we dashed back to our hotel room to change. In my jeans, flip flops and favorite comfy sweater, we met up with the rest of the wedding guests at the hotel bar.
There, a girl I'd eaten with, looked me up and down and actually sneered at my appearance.
She had a pretty face, perfectly pulled back hair, professionally done makeup and her figure was fantastic in her designer dress and designer shoes. But suddenly, she was the ugliest girl in the room.
I am generally a positive person, but right now, I feel like nothing is easy. I try to accomplish one thing and something else blocks my way. Then I have to figure out how to get past that block before I can get anywhere near the track I need to persue to reach the primary goal.
This entire week, I can't seem to get past Point A.
What do you do when you feel like you're hitting a brick wall?