I had a really terrible, good, terrible, good day
I was disappointed today and disappointing. Lots of worries, some big, some small. Buddy the WonderDog could feel the stress pouring out of me, he brought me his newest toy and set it in my lap and then snorted at me in a very comforting tone. What a good dog.
I also had lots of things go very, very right.
Do you ever have days like that? Days that are just so very bad and so very good at the same time?
I almost feel like I had a demon and an angel battling it out inside my life.
My toilet overflowed three times in 12 hours. I’d think it was fixed and then it wasn’t.
I found out that the print wasn’t getting smaller, I needed new reading glasses. I love my new orange pair!
I turned in a horrible story this morning.
I delivered birthday presents to my youngest son, Shane.
I had to tell a man that I was sorry, but I couldn’t help him, my hands were tied and it did not make a difference that his mother may have cancer.
My new The Artist’s Way workbooks came in the mail today.
Some things I can’t talk about.
I had a really lovely lunch with my mother. (Thanks, Mom!) Well, the food was good, the coffee was so delicious there are no words. The rest was just awful.
I browsed in the HUBBUB, an artsy fartsy kinda place. I was entranced.
My editor scolded me and the other two stringers for cutting deadlines so close.
I finished the last bit of writing for the application I have made to the Sisters of St. Gregory and sent it off and now am just crossing my fingers and waiting…wait, can I do that? Cross my fingers, I mean. Hmmm…
Some other things I really can’t talk about, but could use some prayer for.
I guess I can say that I’m working on things, and that’s good.
“As we learn to have compassion for ourselves, the circle of compassion for others — what and whom we can work with, and how — becomes wider.” ~Pema Chodron, When Things Fall Apart