Life is crazy. Life is short. You only live once (that you remember). Life’s a bitch and then you die.
The last one I don’t live by, but the first three have run through my head for the last few months. I have acknowledged the power that I have in my life this summer from simple things like wishing for a teal, paisley shirt on a consignment store visit and finding it to craving pumperknickel bread and receiving some the next day.
The more complicated wishes, well, you know what? I got a phone call yesterday asking if I make certain documents. This call came from a company who would still like to refer me out to their clients. Today (after the sun comes up), I plan to call her back and say, “Hell, yes, I do those! I mean, yes, I can make some kick-ass documents for your clients.” Okay, I’ll tone it down a little more than that. I was going to say that the more complicated wishes don’t come to fruition as easily, but I don’t believe that.
I was supposed to go to Denver last night for a wedding-business mixer/cocktail party that I had RSVP’d for. I prepared myself as best as time would allow yesterday morning. I didn’t have time to bring the outfit I would change into later with me to work, and I couldn’t decide what to wear. After work, I borrowed a just-above-the-knee, plum-colored suede skirt and a teal jacket from my girlfriend, as well as, some of her handmande jewelry. I felt prettier than a Stargazer Lily, and my hair behaved. I had even brought my city shoes to change into once I got there.
About 15 minutes into my trip, my check engine light came on. Great, I thought. Oil must be low again. So, I pulled over and checked my oil. No, the oil was fine and full and clean, not like the last time my check engine light came on in August. I decided not to go to Denver. That would have freaked me out to drive 4 hours round-trip by myself, and I didn’t feel like chancing anything. I called home and said I had changed my plans.
On top of going to Denver for the mixer, a bride that stayed at the lodge wanted to meet me in Downtown Denver to get some stuff from me that she had left behind. I called her to say that today REALLY wouldn’t work, and I meant it this time. I had tried to tell her this about 6 times throughout the day, but the car trouble halted everything.
Life is crazy.
I got home, changed into dull, house clothes, put my Little Guy to bed and worked in the office. I made a cocktail to help me through the office time. I felt like I shouldn’t miss out on a good drink, even though I didn’t get to go to the cocktail party. I discovered that I wasn’t in the mood for a drink, and I left the glass half-full. I went to bed early and thought about how much easier it would be to get up in the morning at 6, like I should, instead of 7, like I always do. Well, it would have been, if I had had a full-night’s sleep.
I woke up around 1 a.m., and it doesn’t make sense to have woken up so early. I feel more peaceful in my mind than I have in a while. Hm, I don’t know that that’s saying much, but I’ll take what I can get. I was hungry when I woke up, and I needed to pee. I’ve taken care of both those things. I probably need water. I have a feeling that the cocktail had some influence on my sleep pattern, even if I didn’t have much of it. Maybe I should have had more. An entire cocktail wearing off wouldn’t have woken me up until 7 a.m.
My crazy schedule ends next week, and I won’t feel so pulled by too many obligations. I swear some days I answer the phone, and I have to take a second to figure out where I am and what business name to say to get it right. I’ll have time to focus and return phone calls and practice guitar, which I haven’t done in 3 weeks. I canceled lesson for tomorrow…again! I look forward to feeling more in control of my life and my work and wearing my girlfriend’s earthy jewelry that I borrowed.