You know when you’re so caught up in a moment or a decision or the quicksand of life that you just can’t stop to visualize the easiest most quickest path to salvation?
Yeah, so did I when looking at the laundry pile a few weeks ago.
Then I simplified things a tad, and it gave me enough breathing room to get two huge projects off of my lap and into the world – they no longer clog my neural pathways, disallowing other thoughts to break through.
Suddenly! I had energy! And motivation! And I was getting shit done!
But, the list didn’t seem to be getting shorter.
Then you know, in a typical act of self-defeatism, I quit getting ahead (ahem, caught up) and opened my feed reader.
All I’ve needed for the past two days was a freaking schedule. Fuck, yeah.
Today? We did laundry and baked.
Isobel took a bath.
We tried soy milk on her again – after her showing a clear, nearly immediate reaction to milk chocolate on Friday and wheat on Saturday, those bad boys seem like shoo-ins for her allergies. Now, we just watch for a negative reaction from soy – that I don’t think will be coming.
Yeah, writing got done, but that’s kind of an everyday thing now.
I got an ass-ton done, without a sense of urgency about the rest of the list. Why? Because it’s not on the schedule.
I might not feel peaceful, but I don’t feel at war with myself, either. And that’s a huge deal, yo.

