There are times when I need to hire a contractor to install a dimmer switch in my brain, because at times like these (times like the month of September) the lights in my head are straight up ON just like in my girls closet...in the middle of the day...in an empty house...wasting good money. I get going and I struggle to dial it back...and then when I get a few moments in which Im supposed to chill...I feel useless and all fidgety and find I have little focus for anything that isnt buzzing past me at light speed. Tomorrow morning when I wake up, Im not talking about the future...not even going to think about it unless I accidentally forget, in which case I will put myself in time out until I learn my lesson. Im not going to consider any kind of work, email, blog article, toothbrush, deadline, news channel, self-help book, or should that decides to test my reflexes for guilt. Nope. Why? Because its Sunday. Day of rest. The world is a better place when we lay around once in a while and let our brains think real stupid things like, Kool-Aid was hands down the most delicious thing of my entire childhood...I might go get some later or I wonder when this long overdue, lengthy toenail will erode the end of my sock and welcome my big toe out for a little sunshine or that is the cutest dog ever, and she should be cloned before any human being or I wish I could go back to seventh grade with all I know about life and do major damage to the guys who made me feel like a loser just because my Members Only jacket was pleather (and brown). Cuz theres a place for revenge on Sundays, people! At any rate...on THIS day...let us chill. Be unfruitful and subtract many things from your to do list. Turn off your phone so your brain can recover from Facebook for a while. Eat a bowl of cereal in the middle of the day and dont you dare take the bowl back to the kitchen. Leave it sitting there just like a caveman would. Stare into space until you think about something thats impossible. See if you can get so dang bored...that watching a house fly buzz around your bedroom feels straight up like Vegas entertainment. Go through the lazy susan in your kitchen and find something odd to make. Go to Kroger, Marsh, Walgreens or CVS and buy some new toiletries that smell different than the ones youve bought the last ten times. Pump up your bike tires and go for a ride (and dont get all exercisey...go real slow and look at crap). Watch a movie with your kids. MAKE them watch it with you. Punish them for something (just make something up) and tell them their penance is to watch a bad movie from the 80s with you, like Young Guns, or Sixteen Candles, or Big, or Ice Castles, or Flatliners, or Goonies. THEY DESERVE IT! Tell them they didnt do something you told them to do yesterday. (How are they going to argue with that?) And then pull out Beverly Hills Cop on em. And when its night time and our brains have gotten a little mushy from all of the nothing, maybe well feel better about life...and perhaps more purposeful. Remember...Kook-Aid, stupid daydreams, phone off, Facebook boycott, cereal minus dish-doing, house fly hypnosis, random snack from the lazy susan (lazy sue as my mother often called it...not lying), new deodorant, Jean Nate, or Biori Deep Cleansing Pore Strips, bike ride w/o getting the heart rate up, and punish the kids with Smokey and the Bandit part 3. Well just friggin be ALL OVER this day!!! Peace and love, yall!
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 05:16:12 +0000
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