Last week almost ate me. Whole. It was a long long week, packed with adventures and late nights and busy days. By the time Saturday was over I was over too…but didn’t want to just stay home again. I was feeling a little social and Heather invited me to dinner with her and her hubby. Mandrea joined us as well. It was fun, the wine was flowing and was so smooth it went down like water. The meal was spectacular, the conversation was hysterical, we lost Mandrea to to clubbing but the three of us stayed and talked and laughed.
Ok. I have no idea how much wine was ingested, but it was too much. I woke up early the next morning with a piece of pizza and crumbs all in the bed. Toilet paper all in the bed. There were pictures knocked off the hallway wall. Woof. I felt bad bad bad…So bad that I was on the couch until about 5pm. Suffering.
What. The. Hell.
I may never have a glass (s) of wine again! It’s been forever, and seriously people I’m talking FOREVER since I’ve had too much to drink. I just don’t, anymore, it seems. And after losing an entire day, a perfectly gorgeous weather day, where I had planned on cleaning and working outside….I may just not ever again. Gross. I felt gross and guilty for wasting a day, for having to cancel plans with Gert, and I actually woke up this morning dreaming of cleaning and grocery shopping and getting stuff done. The garage, the yard, well it’s gorgeous all week so I can get some stuff done bit by bit after work this week…oh well. Live and learn.
Today, I’m chasing my tail trying to get everything done. I’m cleaning and doing laundry. I need a trip to the hardware store for weed killer and a ladder. The grocery store is in my future as well as a trip to Tuttle to pick up our second bounty from the Co-Op. Veggie burgers and sweet potato fries on the menu tonight with Chris and Cindy! Wahoo!
It’s a beautiful day. Gorgeous. I’m taking my coffee outside to the porch. I’m going to give myself a breath or two before I leap into it. I hope your week is fabulous…! And after reading my NFTU today…I’m focusing on the good and what I can do, and not what I won’t get done.
Misti, whatever you focus on, you will experience.
When you talk about “what is” or “what was,” even if you’re just explaining to a friendly ear, you project more of the same into the future. If you ask more than you give thanks, you’ll believe less in your own power. And if you insist that it’s hard and that you’re lonely, you’ll find that it is, and you are.
Yet, always you can choose to focus on what’s good.
Misti… whatever you focus on, you will experience.
Tallyho,
The Universe