It’s been a while since I posted. I could use a few excuses, but guess that isn’t very productive so I’ll just take a deep breath and jump right back into the blogging pool. When I am working myself into a lather my mother loves to tell me, “Now, Sheri, take a deep breath and count to ten.” This is her way of settling me down, but usually it just serves to set my jaw and bow my back…HOWEVER, I will admit that I usually do realize that I am being ridiculous and need to cool my jets a little. After all, contrary to my super-ego’s belief, I am not God and cannot control the world from on top of my high horse. So, Mom, kudos. I’ll let you be right and take a deep breath once in a while, swallow my pride and take a step towards the next step…which, in this case is getting blogging.
Lately life has been rolling at one pace…fast. I hit the ground running and stop when I collapse on the couch, drooling and mumbling, “I didn’t get it all done…not all done…no, no, not all done.” Then I drift off into oblivion with ESPN Classic Bull Riding on. Usually about 9…usually about the 9th bull rider with Donnie Gay’s voice ringing in my head, “…needs to cowboy up.” Then, I dream that I need to “cowboy up”…get tough, fix the world, clean the office, scrub the toilets, write a letter to Aunt Mable and…and…and…and take a deep breath…pick up one rock at time and move it.
I’m going to go “cowboy up” right now. I’ve taken that deep breath and I’m ready to move the world one rock at a time. Current rock: Get back in the saddle writing my blogs again. Check. Call my parents. Check. Spend 10 minutes working at cleaning the office. Not check yet….Throw away 10 things in that office…not check yet. Go do it…Check. Bye, gotta go continue with this deep breath moment and set the timer.