This week has shown me:
…that dragging your feet ‘cause you just don’t wanna do something and then doing it anyway can leave you pleasantly surprised at the outcome.
… that knowing a deadline is looming and working hard, so hard, and putting your nose to the grindstone while keeping those freak-out feelings in check can turn out better than you expected. (It can also leave you with 4 less bags of clothes, piles of books and a few less boxes of stuff.)
…that the sun is shining more and I feel a bit like a bean sprout myself, poking up out of the dirt that’s been covering me.
…that giving up extra sugar hasn’t been easy. Without caffeine or alcohol, sugar has been my artificial stimulant of choice. I find it’s easier to write or perform a dreaded task if there’s a sweet (carrot) cake waiting for me. But now I’m looking for other ways of rewarding myself. (I’m looking at you bike that’s been tucked away all Winter.)
After all this I wanted to leave you with words and more words. Lines about all the lessons I’ve learned. Spinning each scenario into a beautiful spiral that leads us both somewhere…
But the words they won’t come, at least not the right ones. In some ways I feel like a toddler who can only develop one function at a time, and right now I think I’m going through some sort of growth spurt. Maybe the real lesson is the bumper sticker I saw this week, the one that seemed to be the opposite of “got milk” and the like. This one was white with black lettering and said: “need less.”
Maybe fewer words just lets the truth shine through.