Random musings

Every Sunday, I get the Joggles Newsletter in my email inbox. Every Sunday, I read the wonderful descriptions of new products. Every Sunday, I put a bunch of art supplies on my Joggles Wishlist. But I haven't been creating anything. I don't feel like an artist- I feel like an artist wanna-be. I am not better than my son. I am constantly telling him if he wants to be a scholar, he needs to work- hard. He struggles daily with this. Are we inately lazy? What aspect of our selves (specifically those little voices in our heads that don't seem to want us to be successful) are we letting stop us? What does it take to be a doer, and not a gonna-do-it-someday-er?

One thing stopping me lately are these damn allergy headaches. I am okay during the middle of the day, but by the time I go to bed, my head is jut throbbing, and no amount of over the counter drugs seems to help. When I wake up, the pain is dulled, but it doesn't seem to ever ease up. It has been a month now of daily allergy symptoms/ headaches, and it is slowing me down. I feel extra cranky, too.

Now, I realize in the scheme of things, that this is an excuse for not creating, and making things happen. Whether my head hurts or not, if I want to do/be something, I have to do/be it. Onward and upwards.

The Papa Dude is fetching my Mama right now, she will be here any minute, and will be raring to go. There is a huge pile of clothes on the couch waiting for her, and lots of laundry still to do. It is misting outside, so we will be giving my poor, sad, tired excuse of a dryer a workout insted of hanging the clothes on the line today. There will be no lying in bed for me today. I best stop thinking and complaing, and get on with it. I am alive, and that is a good thing to be.

TTFN,
LB