I’m a high wire-walker. I’m working with a net. I’m trying to remain focused and balanced. The goal: get where I need to go (figuratively speaking) without falling flat on my face or getting hurt really badly with just the slightest misstep.
Did I join the circus?
A family member of the owner just started at my work (and I’m, like, in charge).
Ruth Bader Ginsburg! I object!
I suppose we’ll find out just how nimble a tight-rope walker I am…
So I’m recovering, still (sinuses are in a battle for their lives as we speak). I get out of the shower last night, super exhausted.
I think to myself, “You know what you need? You need a really good night’s sleep.”
Now, this wouldn’t be a This Is How My Mind Works post if that’s just how it went. The self-conversation actually went like this:
To myself: “You know what you need?”
My inner Samantha Baker, to me: “You need 4 inches of bod and a great birthday.”
Me, to me, as well as Samantha: “No. You need a really good night’s sleep.”
… Although, a birthday would be nice. Mmm. Cake….
Note: If you don’t know that I often speak in movie quotes and/or song lyrics, and/or you’re not familiar with Sixteen Candles, thanks for reading this post that doesn’t make a lick of sense to you anyway.
The plan was to blog on Thanksgiving and other Thursdays since. I only managed a couple of Tuesdays and a Friday. I was going to write a Thursday Doors post today, but alas, the day is more than half over and no post yet. I know I say time flies, frequently, but I’m seriously at a loss for how I got to this day and time.
Starbucks holiday cups have arrived! And I’m sure there are people complaining that they’re not Christmas-y enough.
I’ve meditated about this, and I thought I heard a thought, from whence I know not:
And Jesus said, “Let My people have their festive cups, and may they runeth over. And, if they make one in My image, to celebrate My birthday, let the image be a hologram in which My beard appears / disappears with the heat of the blessed coffee.”