Taking Charge

I have to admit...

When I first woke up this morning, the only thing I really wanted to do was curl up into a little ball and go back to sleep for a really long time. So it goes. So it goes.

No matter that I'd already spent 2 hours tossing and turning, checking the clock, bargaining with myself, with the Universe, with ohmyhell someone else's gawd to please just let me sleep until it was actually time for me to get up.

As usual, I would get my wish...about 15 minutes before the alarm was to go off. I would then startle myself awake, reset the alarm for an additional 15 minutes, and then lie there again, fully awake, feeling guilty for trying to sleep in thus deliberately making myself late for work. *sigh*

And I really don't want to be late for work because, well, I actually really do like my job and want to do a good job. You know?

So there I am, standing in the shower thinking (about what makes a man...sorry, random song lyric), slumped and feeling not a little sorry for myself when I, all a sudden, out of the blue, found my steel core and promptly gave myself a swift kick in the ass.



NO! Today? Today is a great day. And the only way to have a great day is to declare it so.



So there.

And you know? It was a great day. Not because anything spectacular happened. On the contrary. Nothing in particular happened. Except...

I decided to take charge of myself again. I have $962 flexible spending account dollars to spend prior to August 1. So I made an eye doctor appointment to get my long overdue eyes checked and new contacts. I also scoped out a place to get orthotic inserts for my shoes so I can, hopefully, get over this stupid plantar fasciitis (that ain't a peanut) and get to exercising again. And then? Then *gasp* I made a real live doctor's appointment for a real live physical and lady bit exam and requested a lab work order in advance - specifically for B12 and iron - so that, hopefully, when I go into my appointment, they'll give me a B12 shot then and there. Because you know what is a common cause of depression, fatigue, and mental confusion (I mean besides menopause and chronic fatigue)? That's right. B12 deficiency. And I can guarantee you I've got some o' that.

So yeah. There was that. All stuff to feel really good (if a little anxious) about. But, in addition to that, there was something that made this Day of Nothing in Particular an extraordinary and excellent day.

It was Friday. And do you know what Friday means? It means free pig roast happy hour at Charlie Brown's - a little routine Fables and I discovered and thoroughly embraced for ourselves. And at this particular happy hour there sat some of my favorite people in actual meat space...I mean, beyond the pig.

At one point, I just sat, quietly, breathed deeply, and then leaned over to the Divatologist and said, "I love this."

And I do.

Now? Now I want to bake. I want to bake pie. I want to bake pie with fresh strawberries given to me by spux and gifted to me for, in reality (don't deny it), this exact purpose.

Tomorrow? There will likely be pie.

And life?

Life is motherf**cking good.

Seriously.



PS Buy me this. All of you. I don't think you can have too many.