I like turtles. This is sort of mostly a nonsequitir.
The whole Aesop thing about slow and steady wins the race.
A Lewis Carrol quote (probably): The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.
I like turtles. Especially the aquatic ones... western painteds and green sea turtles. Or the big, ponderous Tortoises that Darwin found on his travels.
I like turtles, but I am jumpy. Not slow and steady. Not even. I am hurry. I easily startle. I inherited (or aquired) an irritating off/on switch. Either I am Doing Things or I am Not.
And just now I have perhaps longer periods of Not Doing Things than I would like. (Not returning phone calls. Not planning things. Not bringing in medication from the car. Not scheduling dental appointment. Not FINISHING things...)
When people train for marathons they don't just get up one day and say, "I think I'll go out and run for a few hours." They work up to it. There is some kind of a schedule. Steady. A training map.
I have as much interest in running a marathon, by the way, as I do in climbing Everest. Which is none. I can appreciate the effort involved in these Herculean (what is the female equivalent?) tasks, but I don't find it appealing in the slightest. I don't think either of these endeavors would be a good fit for my attempts at moderation.
I feel like I don't have a map and whatever it is I am training to do is too impossibly compicated. So I start and stop and speed up and hit a bump in the road and then just sit there wishing that roadside assistance would come along and get me jump started. Or perhaps supply me with an entirely different vehicle.
Grateful Crap: Having a close friend who lives close and enjoys tea and chocolate
FINALLY brought meds in from the car and took them (albeit somewhat late)
I did NOT do most of the things that I said I would do yesterday; I would like to do some Superbetter I think. Remind myself of what options I have available to me in terms of the Ass-Kicking Toolbox. Depression Sucks. I dread the adolescence of my children. I figure nature and nurture are both going to kick them in the teeth. Crap.
Quaker, teacher, parent,