I’m still basking in my good dose of Oprah from these past several days.
Some things she mentioned in her closing yesterday, about listening to what your life is telling you… about not waiting for anyone to do for you, to save you, to live for you… about being responsible for your own happiness…
Yes, I know this. She’s said this many, many times over the years, but of course, I always knew this to be true. Everyone knows this is true. And somehow I find myself very low down on the very long list, and I wonder how I got there.
I scorched the rice the other night. I
never rarely ever do that. It was unintentional (everyone makes mistakes) but I wasn’t paying attention. There have been a few instances like this lately, and it’s because I wasn’t paying attention. And I’m tired.
But this is what happens when people are distracted and tired – small errors turn into big mistakes. A person can accidentally burn the house down. Or leave their baby in the carseat all day by mistake. For years and years I’ve watched regular people on her show describe how a spiral starts… what did I learn?
First it’s a ripple… then it’s a tap… then it’s a brick… then the wall falls down on you…
I feel how tired I am in my body, and yet I don’t make sure I get more rest. I’d make sure the children napped or went to bed early if they were exhausted, because I want them to be at their best. They need to be. Why don’t I do this for myself?
I make sure they have all the right things to eat, and that their lunch boxes contain all the correct stuff… and I will eat a gross cheeseburger and fries while WALKING DOWN THE STREET because I seldom make time get all my stuff done (like sitting and eating) and be on time for school pick-up. The scheduling I do for myself is waaaaay out of whack.
It is awful. But, I do it to myself. I need to make some changes. Now.
Because I’m listening to my life around me, and I must figure out some ways to make life easier any way that I can. To feel happier more of the time, and less grumpy, and snappy, and grumbling about making dinner. It means embracing some things, and letting go of some others.
Because I don’t want to burn the house down by mistake.
Perhaps when we learn the lesson, remembering everything doesn’t seem so hard. Because then you really know what you know. You know?
I’ve got some ideas. I’m just trying to execute them now. I will be victorious, dammit.
*shakes it off*
And now for something hilarious, have a look at this link one of my foxes turned me onto. It’s a wee bit salty in the language, so if you do not enjoy that sort of thing, please move along. For the rest of you, please enjoy Hungover Owls. (I had to include it – after all, I’m still Grumble Girl.)
Struggling with some stuff? Tell, if you wanna. Or go get a dose of Oprah from someplace out on the internets… she’s a cure, and you know she’s there for you. (Heh.)