The delicious culprits.
Ah, that milky swimming pool!
Carrying around “baggage” in the form of a very heavy cast, has re-aquainted me with some old friends: carbohydrates. I think it is part of the healing process to crave the deliciousness of cereal for breakfast and again for dinner. It is not exactly on the Jenny Craig menu, but I figure if I don’t eat anything else then it makes it OK and better than that, it makes me happy. The crunchy puffs of rice and squares of wheat swimming in their pool of icy cold milk can almost make me forget that I am getting absolutely nothing done around here because hobbling takes too much effort. So, I am resigned to reading, writing, yes, yes, slowing down, and trying very hard to ignore the piles of papers and the New Year’s resolutions to clean up and get organized.
The”best laid plans” and all those good intentions and visualizations did not predict this prison on my leg. Do I sound a bit annoyed? I am taking suggestions on productive ways to: clean my closet, clean and organize my papers and generally begin the process of organizing the “energy” (i.e. Happiness Project) in my house so the chi can flow and the positive actions begin.
Suggestions? Willing helpers?
I suddenly realize that the reason I cannot get things done is because I am a literary magnet. I am heading towards the end of my three-week winter break and I am looking around at a house with tables covered with papers, remnants of the past holiday in the form of scented pine cones in baskets, a credenza that refuses to show its surface and various environmentally friendly bags hanging randomly on knobs of all sorts. The conclusion I have come to is that the reason I am not successfully cleaning my house, organizing my papers and clearing surfaces is because I cannot stop reading.
I am hopelessly addicted to books, beautifully and artistically stacked on my side table, my desk, my night table and the credenza, and am reading 3 concurrently, but it does not end there because I have a mirad of magazine articles I have saved to read and my latest addiction: Blogs. It is such a treat to read the musings of so many wonderful writers, like small appetizers that fill up my time while I await my main course of one of the books tempting me. I am hopeless and cannot stop! I am staying up way too late and have had to buy a small reading light to allow my husband to sleep while I read into the wee hours. Sadly, some people have to get up and go to work.
I am beginning to panic at the thought of going back to work next week as I have totally adapted to life in the pages. Luckily the reading inspires writing so I am not falling too far behind in that area, but I worry about the panic I am likely to feel Sunday night as I realize I didn’t carry out the household tasks I listed at the beginning of the break. Life is short though, and time well-spent reading is my dessert.