Sight, Sound, Soliloquy | Simmer

Sight.

     

Last man standing.

This little guy jumped into my cart a few weeks back. One of my favorite reds. $4.99. Yup! I’m rarely in the mood for red but when I am I’ll be equipped.

Sound.

An email exchange with a friend gifted me with the perfect groove for my afternoon. Care to Join me?

Come on now…just skip the ad! It’s Friday.

Soliloquy.

Speaking of simmering down, I’m in need of that myself. I was thinking I might bring that Beaujolais over to my friend’s place but I don’t think I want to share. (*winkwink* Sushi Sunday girl!)

Simmer down means to become calm after excitement or anger. OR in my case? Just life. I always need to have some sort of break at the end of the day before I declare it chill o’clock.

I used to swim after work but lately I’ve been strapping on my pod and just cruising around my hood (what the… where did that come from? strapping on the pod? srsly?). I listen to sermons, podcasts or music according to where my head’s at.

        

Get lost in the clouds.

Works like a charm.

I just got back and I’m about to shower, do some B&D (Bible study and devotionals*)… then…hmmm…I’m thinking more B&D. Beaujolais and Dinner.

• How do you simmer down?

• Angela blessed my life with the most beautiful devotional. It speaks to me each and everyday. Yesterday for example. After I finished my blog post from yesterday. If you read my post you may want to read it. It was spot on ..exactly what I needed. I’ll leave it in the comments.

Roomba

I spent most of the work week adapting a Shareholder Agreement for clients.

So many wheretos, whereupons, heretofores  and hereafters. The words Shareholder, Agreement and Corporation became pins and needles in my brain.

It was mind mortal.

 

If I hear or read the word “shall” anytime in the near future I will make sick. No joke.

So my brain was pretty addled already when I headed off to therapy. I LOVE therapy but afterward I’m like this:

“Is this real life?”

Yeah. Like that except on speed. The thoughts and the thinks and the “me,me,me” suck me in. I’m so “all up in my head” it’s disgusting and tiring after a while.

So right now my mind is like this: 

Make it stop!

I wish there was a Roomba for the mind.

You could flip a switch in the morning and it goes around and sucks up all the dirty bits and detritus that doesn’t do you any good while you go about your day. Leaving you with a clear, relaxed, and functional mind.

But it doesn’t work that way. In order to quiet our mind and change the way we think we need to DO something. Breathe, pray, meditate, practice constructive living, positive affirmations…etc. Whatever works. (Preferably something healthy, non-disordered and government sanctioned.)

There’s no app for that. No Roomba. Not even Dyson’s Wind Tunnel Technology can still our minds for us. Only we can change the way we think

We have to take charge and control the six inches of real-estate between our ears.

So with that, I’m going to self-propel myself away from this computer and Do something to get me out of my head and back into the Present.

• Do you have a Roomba?
• Are you watching So You Think You Can Dance?
• What’s your favorite color?
• Do monkeys really like bananas?
• Do they make remote controls for your computer?

 

WTF Wednesday – How Now Brown?

Yesterday I got a letter from my friend Jess.

 

Though I don’t look thrilled about it in this picture (wtf), I assure you I was SO happy to hear from her.

See what she did here?

How could I not write a WTF Wednesday post today?

So here we go.

Did you ever have a “I hate what I’m wearing” day? One of those days where you get ready for work and as soon as you leave the house you start to feel uncomfortable/itchy/boring/fat/skinny/hot…etc.?

It’s like a “bad hair” day. It’s a “bad outfit” day.

Any-

I feel brown and blah, like a frumpy-dump.

 

(I have no idea why my face is like that…too funny. I look devastated and disgusted, I wasn’t.)

My waistline is too high, too tight and my my legs feel all suffocated.

But I’m here. I’m stuck. I deal.

Whatever. Totally fine.

As is the fact they’ve discontinued Ruby Red Grapefruit Crystal Light.

It’s fine. I mean, I’ve been drinking it for like 80 years and there is no other sugar free grapefruit flavored beverage on the market (I researched). It’s gone. Whatever.

 

It’s fine that I drove to 7 different stores searching for any stragglers left behind. That’s not crazy or anything. It’s fine. Totally not obsessing.

OH and I forgot my lunch today – which means foraging in the office fridge for lunch. I usually have all kinds of back-up, but I must have slacked off.

So for lunch I had romaine lettuce, egg whites, Bragg’s liquid aminos and nutritional yeast. What the….should we just go ahead and call that the anorexia salad? I swear I was hiding when I ate it. Too embarrassing.

I also had 1/2 of an Orgain* to “round out” a classic example of an eating-disordered lunch. It would have been that much better if it were an Ensure. LOL. #whatNOTtodo

Totally fine. It happens. Whatever.

*This is why, though they make me…uncomfortable(?), those protein/meal shakes are a REAL good idea for people with EDs. NUTRIENT DENSITY. I just wanted to put that out there, if I can do it…you can do it.

 

• What are you – pshaw - FINE with today?
• Do you have attachment issues with products (I know you do)…tell me about it! (If you want)

 

Sight, Sound, Soliloquy | Teachable

Sight.

Look what I saw while taking out the trash this morning.

What does this look like to you?

 

I don’t know…to me this looks like a giant (and inventive) homemade bong. Er… I mean water pipe.

Giggling…I was like “Na-ah.”

And went to admire inspect the craftwork ….

of a pool pump.

I really need to grow up.

Sound.

I suppose my bong-mirage this morning got me thinking of the song I Love You Mary Jane which led to my jam of the day…Fallin’ – a collab between Teenage Fanclub and De La. Listen (if you want). Let me know if you do.

“Travelling at the speed of love….”

Soliloquy.

I listened to a message wherein the Pastor touched on the importance of a teachable spirit. A light bulb lit my brain; I realized those were the precise words to describe an aspect of myself I truly love. (The list isn’t long, so I cherish each and every one.) I could never find the right words; now I have them.

I have a teachable spirit.

Since then, I’ve been pondering and contemplating the qualities and benefits of a teachable spirit (as I often do when moved by God).

My “teachable spirit” is my willingness to learn from almost every aspect of life, it is my eagerness to hear, consider and often accept other points of view, my openness to critique and ability for self examination and self-doubt.

The only thing I truly KNOW is that I DONT KNOW everything.

I’m secure in that. I think the lack of a teachable spirit indicates a level of insecurity in a person. They refuse to be corrected, or feel like they are under attack when an alternative is mentioned, they are defensive and quick to argue their point.

I think that person would miss out on so much of life and the world.

He who ignores discipline despises himself, but whoever heeds correction gains understanding. Prov15:32

Well then.

I can go on and on. I won’t.

But you can (if you want).

PS- It was a pool pump (or was it?). Right? Right?

 

Occupational Therapy

It’s time for changes in my life…and I want to write here as a form of occupational therapy while I figure stuffs out.

So, it’s time for a new spin on this ridiculous little blog of mine.

Time to twist it up.

I need more structure and discipline in my life. Why not commit to something I actually enjoy to do?

Writing every day might help. Because even when I have “nothing to say” … truth is I always have something to say…

because I think you should know about my big carrots.

Because blogging is something I do for me.

And my friends read it. (Hi!)

Pardon the overshare.

 

Disabled

I’ve been sidelined for a bit…which is…whatever. Totally fine.

It happens. Strained muscles…no complaints.

But a funny thing happens when you get sent to the bench.

You’re forced to watch the game you’ve been playing from a different perspective.

And…whatever it is I’m playing, my game is way off.

I am a flusteredcluck of mess.

I’ve got some cleaning up to do.

No.

I’ve got major renovation to do.

I’m talking about complete demolition and re-structure.

Like whoa.

 

WTF Wednesday

It’s Wednesday again. (Funny how that keeps happening, huh?) A day to acknowledge that sometimes you have to think WTF.

As in: WHATEVER. It’s TOTALLY FINE.

Life is Crazy. I’m Crazy. Whatever. Totally Fine. Shrug it off.

You with me?

Okay. I’m sore. In my “groin” area. I must have pulled something – though I can’t imagine how. Power driving? Hitting the couch too hard?

Whatever. All I want to do for the past few days is stand like this:

  

I can’t help it. It’s the only thing that brings relief. Every chance I get at work I’m either standing like that or doing something like this:

I don’t even care who sees me.  Awkward. Totally Fine.

Speaking of eggs….

I’ve been eating hard-boiled eggs from Easter. Little did I know, you should really only keep them a week or two.  Oops.

But they tasted fine, I’m fine…whatever!

Totally fine.

Then there’s this:

I am less than thrilled – (why? i have no clue. stupid eating disorder. frustrating).

BUT sometimes we gotta just shrug it off.

Tell ourselves:  WHATEVER. It’s TOTALLY FINE.

It’s totally worth it.

PS-  Orgain actually tastes good. Really! It’s my favorite of all the protein shakes I’ve tried. Super clean ingredients and stats.

Lots of (!) calories packed full of the good shtuffs. Missy recommends.

PSS- Thanks for recommending Orgain months ago,  Lindsay.  I had seen them, but shied away. I drink them often now. Probably because I want to be more like you. (0:

• Have at it! Let your Freak Flag Fly….what’s your WTF?