Friday, April 4, 2014

I don't know what to title this post... nice right?

So here I was thinking about procrastination.  Yah, it just so happens it's one of my very favorite past-times. But then I started really thinking about it; pulling it apart, dissecting it until the pieces were set, not so neatly, in a little pile right in front of me.

I don't think it's so much procrastination, it's indecision.  What?  How can that be?

I'm decisive.  I'm to the point, I always am the one who calls the shots without putting tons of time into the decision because, I of course, am Mom, Wife, the person "they" all come to.

But now, I can't decide which supplies to get for the shop, when to start dinner, what is the next move in my life.  I've become brittle I think.

I've always been analytical and need to know why for everything.  I'm not one to question authority necessarily but I need to understand it, to know why so that I might be able to analyze and imagine the reasoning behind the end result I am in charge of.  I like plans but I'm the queen of improvising.

If I ask you a question and give you a "box", if you will, to put your answer in and for some reason it doesn't fit into that box.  Then don't bother.

When I was younger my brother, Todd, and I would always play the "what if" game.  It would drive my Mama crazy.  Now, I feel like the "what if" game has become my life.

If I walked you through my most recent decision making process you would stare, open-mouthed, at the lack of quality in my thoughts, my rants, my worries and my end and final result of deciding not to make a decision at all.

I'm numb.

It's all silly really.  It's something I can't figure out how to change.  It's doubt, and lack of belief in myself because I feel weak, mentally and physically, it's all of that crap that the doctor spoke to me about.  I know, I need to stop being so hard on myself.  I need to heal.  Whatever that is.  I need to be left alone to reel my sporadic thoughts back into that box.

I need my confidence back, I need to believe in myself, I need a new freakin' keyboard this one is driving me wonky.  (That's one of my new favorite words just so you know)

I need time management to come back into my life, focus and balance.  

I thought that if I laid it all out on 'paper' this morning it might help me separate real worries, anxiety, and just being silly into separate crates, then take the trash out where needed.

We'll see.  

I do  know I ate too many vanilla creme almonds last night.  I do know I need to get into the shower and I'm certain I need more caffeine at this very moment.

For now, I'm going to go think about all of those earth-shattering woes.  Thanks for listening.


P.S. Here's a pidglet that's really mad at me right now; ironically, for being decisive.  But if you look into this picture Lil Red, you'll see the love I have for you.  Hold on to that instead.  Just a thought...

Happy Friday... holy crud is it really Friday already...

Over and Out, 

Loves,
  Pidg


Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Mornin'

So here I am again with absolutely nothing to say except the random thoughts that pop in my brain and out my mouth... whoops, sounds about right.

So I was thinking about "stuff" ... like lots of stuff... like I'm overloaded with "stuff" right now.

My focus?  Worse than usual, and that's saying a lot.  Po and the pidglets are on full alert for things like me burning the house down while cooking and washing water in the washing machine because I've forgotten to put the clothes in or things like Po telling me I need to eat..

Po looked to me, "Uhh... what did you just do in the kitchen?  That doesn't look like eating to me." (me sitting down with my crochet bag)  Me:  "Oh, yah that's right... well I washed the paint off my hands..."

More meds please... 

I had this amazing day where I felt like I really knew the direction I wanted to take with my shops.  I took pics of all of the things I had made for the Cottage.  I FINALLY found a spot in the house where the natural lighting is good so my lazy butt doesn't have to take it all outside.  That night I took my camera into my room ready to list and one of my beautiful pidglets grabbed my camera, took one selfie, decided they didn't like it and deleted my entire days work off the camera.

It happens...

Here are a few selfies that did turn out from another day.



P.S. I handled the erasing of the pics remarkably well.  I will not divulge which beautiful child did it... but I can assure they are still alive and have all of the hair on their head.  Weird right?

Next day I woke up and declared myself a failure.  Oh I hate the ups and downs... although I'm certain my family enjoys them. Hehe.  It might have had something to do with everything.  Mainly me.  Funny how that works right?  Caffeine?  Yes please?

So I'm writing again.  It's yet another story that's been floating in my head that is screaming to get out.  So far I've come up with 3 different "sitchinarios" with the same type of characters.  I just can't seem to figure out who wins.  As far as where the story really lies.  We'll see.

Okay I'm off to create.  I'm gonna leave you with this piece of advice...

Stop being so hard on yourself.  Okay?  Oh wait that was for me.  Never mind, you guys just have a good day. wink.

Over and out,

Loves,
  Pidg