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March 6, 2011 – Paying the Bills

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That’s what I need to be doing. Writing checks. Figuring out why our checking account is off by $92.55. Adjusting budgets to maintain ourselves until the next payday. Ordering flowers for my mother’s birthday. Folding the latest pile of clean clothes to come out of the dryer.

All sorts of things that I am not doing at the moment.

I will, I’m sure, soon since I won’t be able to sleep well with some of that looming over my head.

I try to play hookie and it only ends up biting my psyche in the ass and I end up dreaming about all sorts of whacked out things – tornado’s exploding my home, sinking to the bottom of the ocean in my sweet car, fighting with my spouse while searching for my lost cat.

And then I think – everyone needs to play hookie every now and again, right? Just to keep from having an aneurysm or hypothermia of the heart or misplaced morals?

I mean a real, extended period of time without administering to each and every one of my deadlines, responsibilities or shoulds.

Will it count if I plan it and make sure I have taken care of all that shit first?

March 4, 2011 – Hangnails and Yawns

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It’s Friday night after a pretty good week. It’s been long, for sure, but manageable. I feel pretty good. The most pressing issue I have at the moment is an annoying hangnail on my left forefinger and I cannot locate a single pair of nail clippers in the house to remedy it.

Tough, huh?

There have been many times in my life when I have successfully escalated a mere hangnail into a confounded chasm ripping through the center of the Universe (aka, Me) and splitting its nucleic core.

Not tonight.

Tonight is about celebrating small victories in the battle against such manically senseless mind games.

Another week’s worth of daily posts. Six straight days of exercise and mostly sensible meals. Numerous beneficial base touches with a friend that help keep me on track. Quick and clear annual mammogram. Cards mailed to my mother on-time for her 75th birthday. Enjoyable family time. A plethora of positively grown-up behaviors.

And so, I honor my achievements mightily with a cleansing sigh, self-assuring internal pat-on-the-back, and sleepy yawn.

Peace.