Telltale Tuesday

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I’m telling on myself. Today is one of those days where I welcome any excuse not to concentrate like they welcome that great aunt in the movies everyone wishes they had in real life. Big hugs. Great excitement.

To the point where a conversation about cleaning ovens had me thinking about cleaning my oven. Does my oven need cleaning?

Sure. What oven doesn’t.

Do I need to do it right now?

WELLLLL…

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Probably not. Though maybe any time is a good time to clean your oven?

If you use that, makers of oven cleaner, go ahead and send me a check. And some oven cleaner.

See what I mean?

Distractions can sometimes lead to unexpected creativity and to inspiration. It doesn’t feel like one of those days. No, instead it feels like one of those days where this weird hollow tapping coming from nowhere in particular is going to drive me bonkers.

And not the good kind of bonkers.

Having said that, I’ve just wandered away from this post for ten minutes. Distracted.

Hopefully I can turn this into something a little more efficient and a little more productive. And I hope you have the best of Tuesdays.

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

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Wednesday, but don’t look for wisdom.

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Not only can I not do that, but I can’t even totally figure out how it’s being done. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Sometimes we expect things to be difficult. Some things intrinsically are; editing a book, for an example that is not at all relevant to me in anyway and is entirely hypothetical and stop interrogating me.

And sometimes we expect them to be difficult and they aren’t, like that phone call you’ve been putting off expecting it to take hours, but it’s done in minutes. That’s always fun.

But.

Then there are the things we expect to be easy. And they’re not.

That’s frustrating.

This morning I had that in the form of my workout. I saw the instructor and thought, OK, this shouldn’t be too bad, it will be yoga-ish. Ah, wrong.

It was hard. So hard. Much harder than I expected.

And while I was doing it, I was mad that it was hard. Because for some reason that defies logic, I’d decided it shouldn’t be. Which made it harder.

Workouts are as much a mental challenge as a physical one. Pretty much everything we do in life requires us to get our brains on board, and when we fight it, it just becomes all the more challenging.

Should we assume everything is hard? Should we reserve judgment?

I have no idea. All I know is that my expectations colored my experience. What if I’d gone into the workout expecting it to be at least as challenging as the prior two days?

I guess I’ll never know.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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Wednesday Wisdom, but not so wise.

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Right now, it feels as though the entire universe is reflected in a pane of glass held at angle, so everything is distorted and out of place. I’m having a hard time believing reality is reality.

Don’t worry, it’s not a mental break or anything; I can safely say in this case, the fault lies with reality itself. Things are weird.

And not my kind of weird, either.

I’m resisting throwing a freight train metaphor in here too, because the whole universe in glass and the train are a bit much and then you think broken glass and the whole thing gets messy.

But I have to say that it’s one of those days where it feels like the very fabric of time and space may be torn open, (shattered? perhaps I should have gone train after all) and “one of those days” makes it sound like they happen a lot. And they don’t.

Blogging seems a little trivial.

It’s as though the very first alien spaceship could land right now, and here I’d be, typing a blog post. Aliens could be fun.

Or very, very not.

Also it’s probably not aliens.

Whatever it is, I hope it’s the thing that gets us back to our real timeline, because this one is not great. We can’t even mock it anymore, it’s gotten too out of control, too depressing.

I hope we can count on the aliens.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.

 

AccountaClub Friday, August 31, 2018

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accountaclub-woodCan’t believe it’s the end of August already. This year is flying by, and yet it isn’t. Time is weird, but that’s not why we’re here today.

Please come steep in the irony with me that I didn’t feel like doing my #AccountaClub post today. I didn’t even want to be accountable for talking about being accountable.

At least I’m honest.

This week, I’ve actually made progress with the manuscript I’m editing, I’ve edited every single day. I haven’t been writing, aside from the blog posts, so the editing and writing at the same time is a balancing act I’ve yet to master.

If anyone has any tricks, let me know.

I’m still going strong with the Daily Burn, though. I love it as much as when I started, and I’ve tried to do it live all week. I was a little bit late one morning, so I had to wait for the live broadcast to end to do the workout, but I did it.

So that’s five days, five workouts! I love the live aspect of it, the people in the studio sweating just like I am, sometimes missing a beat, sometimes on the wrong foot. It’s real, and it’s an energizing way to start the day.

I’ve shifted my yoga to later in the day, and now that it has no responsibility for being a source of exercise, that’s made it even better. So physically, it’s all going well.

And that’s my week. How was yours, AccounAbles?

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.

Running late.

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Oh boy am I behind today. I missed the live workout, so I had to wait until it finished the broadcast to do it, and I feel like that threw me off. And the thing is I was awake in time to do the live one, but I just didn’t yet want to get out of bed.

What can I say, it’s gray and it’s rainy and it’s awfully cozy out. Well, not out, in, really, because of outside.

And I just got a spam call, which completely broke my train of thought. I don’t understand them, even if you call me three times in a day, I’m not going to answer the phone. Of course they’re worse now than ever, since there’s no way this regime is going to enforce the Do Not Call registry.

They’re so irritating.

They must work on someone, though, or they wouldn’t keep doing it.

So today’s a day to push goals forward, just maybe not in the time-frame I’d like or at the time I’d like. Maybe take smaller steps. Maybe take slower steps.

That’s OK too.

Eventually we’ll reach the end, just the same.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.

 

Manic Monday

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Did you know Prince wrote that song (“Manic Monday”), famously performed by The Bangles? Such an amazing talent, and such a sad loss. Not sure why I have Prince on the brain today, but there he is.

It’s been a packed several days as I continue to help clear stuff from my parents’ house, an archaeological adventure in many ways. It’s amazing the amount of space you gain when you clear out the junk. I think I’m going to try it here, to sort through the accumulations you just don’t notice and you stop seeing.

I think that’s true for us, too, on the inside. We could have so much more room if we cleared out the junk, if we dug through the layers and got to the messy, dusty bits wedged in the corners. Yoga, I find, helps with that; clearing bit by bit, making more space to breathe.

Which is a little ironic, given how much the dust makes me sneeze. Can’t say for internal dust, though I’d guess it does as well. I mean, it makes sense.

Sorta.

Anyway, I’m off to make space, physical and perhaps metaphorical. Hope you have a good Monday.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.

Wednesday’s giving me the stink eye.

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I’m having technical difficulties today. And I don’t just mean the electronic type; I managed to get toothpaste in my hair while brushing my teeth this morning.

Toothpaste. In my hair.

I also lost my coffee cup, which was patiently waiting in the microwave where I warmed the milk before I made the coffee. I don’t know about you, but I think I’m in for a long, long day.

It’s gray outside, though I don’t think there’s rain ahead. It’s gloomy for no reason but the gloom.

Fitting.

Writing, for this week, is a pipe dream, there’s too much to do in the physical world. Too much that needs clearing. And now’s the time.

So I’m going to pack up my troubles, though I’ll probably just take them with me rather than leaving them behind because that’s how one of those days tends to go. Hopefully there will be less hair-toothpaste and missing coffee and more shifting into higher gear.

I’m going to need it.

Have a wonderful Wednesday, all.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.