All in Musings
Am I just not good at setting my priorities? Should I spend more time working, exercising and reading than sleeping, eating and playing x-box with my boys? Or do I set completely unrealistic expectations about what I can do, see, feel and accomplish ?
The article intrigues me, but I don’t want to get distracted form the task at hand—my followers are demanding more pickle recipes, damn it! The solution? I pause for a moment, right click and select Open Link in New Browser Window. The result? I end up with way more windows open than are sensible or easily navigated.
Think back to the last time someone asked you how you were doing. What was your response? I’d be willing to bet your answer was something along the lines of, “Great, but busy…” or “Tired! There are not enough hours in the day…”
I couldn’t have imagined when Harry pulled that box out of the closet just how deep I would go with this. As my mind got lost in the world of that tractor, I was able to sort through the anxieties, let them go and formulate ways to get back on track. I completely forgot the value in not thinking about my problems in order to solve my problems.
A year or so ago, I found an Instagram account called Nature is Metal. It’s a graphic, brutally honest and violent representation of the animal kingdom. The curators are clearly fans of the unforgiving nature of Mother Nature. Recent posts include hyenas eating a lion’s head, an anaconda swallow a fawn and zebras murdering their young. This is not for the faint of heart.
As this became my new norm, I thought about how important eye contact was in feeling acknowledged and how a simple grin connected me to other people. With my new-found confidence, I started trying to make eye contact and smile at everyone I encountered.
For decades I assumed most of the people around me had everything figured out—they knew more than me about school, work, relationships and life in general. To survive, I lived and died by fake it ‘til you make it.
I’ve been feeling a bit numb all afternoon, trying to process the end of my furry friend’s existence. Death is so final. I’m reminded it will happen to me someday too and everyone I care about.
Momentum is a weird thing. Get moving in a positive direction and it’s your best friend. Start down a bad path, and it’s your worst enemy.
Being a GenXer, I’m a part of the first generation who had mothers working outside the home. As a young girl, it was drilled into me from teachers and the every cheesy sitcom I watched that I could be whatever I wanted to be.
For better or worse, my brain is wired like my father’s. Jerry Braun’s brain is a deficit when I’m expected to keep inappropriate thoughts to myself, refrain from laughing at funerals, politely listen to someone drone on about something I’m not interested in or suppress my urge to eat junk food.
Petunia has been with me nearly half my life and for the last ten years she’s been the only other female in our house.
