Ok, so the blog police (Tammy Wendling) have been after me because I have not posted in a while. I must say this blogging is harder than I thought. At first I was all gung-ho and thought this would be so simple. Well apparently I have learned my lesson. Coming up with appropriate topics that I think you, my few readers, would enjoy is not all that easy. Over the last few weeks I have started several and then scrapped them. I don’t know if I just have too much going on in my mind or more likely not enough going on in my mind? Either way, here I am writing for you today.
One thing I have had a problem with my entire life is getting up in the morning. I just don’t like it. I have never been one of those people that can pop right out of bed and be ready to go. I have to trudge through getting ready and off to work. Sometimes, even the first hour of work I seem to be on auto pilot. Never before has this been so apparent as it was this morning.
I was sitting at my desk scanning away when my cell phone rang with a call from my mom. I had an immediate oh no thought, as it is out of the ordinary for my mom to call me during the day unless something is wrong. I answered and she immediately said, “I have a question for you?” “What are your night shirt and underwear doing in my purse?”
To say I was dumb founded by this question is an understatement. I mean really, there can be no good explanation when you yourself do not know why they are there. So after a stutter of I don’t know, I just burst into laughter. This is where the trudging though the morning gets to be a problem, we do random things then don’t remember doing them. My only explanation is, I picked them up in the bathroom to take to my room on my way out the door, but stopped in the kitchen to fix my lunch. I must have laid them down, not realizing where, and left without retrieving them. Why I laid them in the purse I don’t know. The only time I ever put anything in mom’s purse is if I need to her to drop a check off somewhere for me or to mail something. (so if you get my night shirt in the mail, sorry about that!) Thank goodness for an awesome mom that calls and asks why and to see if something needed to be done with them.
I guess the moral of this story is don’t trudge through life on auto pilot…you don’t know what you are missing. If we go through life not paying attention to the world around us and what we are doing, we run the risk of either doing something stupid like I did or missing something great. Pay attention to what you are doing not just in your daily routine, but in everything you do. Don’t leave your night shirt somewhere it doesn’t belong!
