If too many people try to get out of the door in a stampede, no-one gets out. They all block the door. And so it is with words today. Too many are trying to get out, find space on the screen and in my mind, and as a result, I can't write anything. Topics yell like Wall Street traders, trying to be the Ones I hear and choose. And they all shout so loud, and all have such justification. And I can't hear myself think at all.
That makes sense to me. I hope it makes sense for you too.
All day, and what a beautiful day it has been - blue skies, sunshine and no wind, thank heavens - as I have completely overdone things, I have had the words leaping about in my head, tumbling over each other. While my schedule for the day may look like nothing to most of you, it was packed for me, and pacing bit the dust.
I should have stopped 10 minutes after I went out to try and save the greenhouse. And the stuff in, around and under it. I didn't stop.The sun was shining. And then I had bills to pay and that meant a visit to the nearest town, which meant walking and standing in queues. The queue bit was a disaster. My stick and I tried a balancing act. I had Things To Do. So I didn't do the sensible thing and go and have a coffee and rest a while, did I. That would be no.
And so the day went on. People to see. Calls to make. Fixing things. And here I am in a mess and the words I really want to spill out are log-jammed. I never learn, you see. Do something for 10-15 minutes and rest. Hahaha. I HAVE to start following instructions or I will never get it right. And getting it right is the way I learn to manage this, and not let it manage me.
The couch calls. Tomorrow is going to be a very slow day. Very slow.