ducks in a row

NO DUCKS IN A ROW

It’s another glorious morning.  The sun is shining bright.  The petunias are in their full bloom – the blues, purples and lilacs waving in the sunlight.  Not wanting to be over-shadowed, the roses are strutting their stuff.

Sheba is out sniffing and chewing grass, while the man of the house is cranking up his bicycle to help set up the Bike Valet for The Taste of Saskatchewan, July 15- 20th.  Looks like some time for me to write, dabble and talk to my tomato plants.  Hurry up, grow!

 

 

 

 

IMG_6830I am sitting here tap, tapping on my new Mac.  I am happy with its speed and slickness. No more heavy sighs and gnashing of teeth – for now anyways.  My desk is a little neater, having to do some rearranging to accommodate my new Mac and my old PC.  But it is by no means perfect. I’m showing the good part.  The mess is lurking in the corner.

I am now a lot older and just a little wiser.  But I am still fooled at times, buying into the perfection of everything.  We have/want warranties and insurance for almost everything we own.  You can’t insure life though you can buy life insurance.  They are not the same.  Life can indeed crash just like my MacBook.  I could only watch it sizzle and burn.  But there is hope after a crash.

IMG_4377What you do then, is pick your yourself up, dust yourself off and carry on.  You re-start from where you are.  Do not wait till it is perfect and you have all your ducks in a row.  The only ducks lined up in a row are those at the fair.  They’re waiting to be shot down.  Real ducks glide and splash around but they are not synchronized swimmers.  They get out of line.

photo credit -http://bobslifesongs.blogspot.ca/2013/10/safe.html
photo credit -http://bobslifesongs.blogspot.ca/2013/10/safe.html

That is what I have learned after all these years of self doubt and running back to third base time after time.  I have to take a chance, take a breath, not looking backwards, run and slide into home base.  After the dust settles and I pick myself up, I might see the ump signalling, “SAFE”! with his arms.

 

 

ON THINGS THAT WORK

So the bread is in the oven.  I have these thirty minutes to reflect on my progress in changing habits.  How am I going?

I would say I am doing fabulously!  Having been in denial for years, buried under useless thoughts and musings, I have come up for air and light.  After reciting Dr. Phil’s phrase that the greatest insanity of all is to expect a different outcome from doing the same thing, I am changing.

I have had a few almost perfect days.  You might say that I have all my ducks in a row, even if it is only two of them.  I’ve been moving and grooving, cleaning and tidying at high speed, not obsessing, not thinking, just doing.  I’m not even stopping to smell the coffee!

I pick up.  I put away.  I wash.  I fold.  I iron.  I do…at a steady clip.  I save my dawdling for later.  I listen.  I look.  I try not to talk so much.  I breathe.  When things don’t work out, I let it go.  And when that fails, I let it be.  I do the best I can.