Not My Best

I have to admit today’s story is not my best work.  I woke up early this morning still tired from a busy day yesterday and even after a couple of cups of coffee, I still felt not quite awake.  After starting a couple of different trains of thought and looking back at previous stories, I looked down at my dog Bella asleep on the floor next to my chair and started writing a description of her as a way to get me going.  It worked, in a way, I wrote a story I felt was okay and posted it. 

I am amazed at how the events of daily life, both the expected and unexpected can impact the work we do.  If things get out of hand, things as simple as the dishes not getting done because of phone calls, or a last minute run to the grocery store to pick up a bottle of milk, it starts this cascade of out of control feelings leaving us with the overwhelming feeling of running, like Alice In Wonderland, as fast as we can without getting anywhere. 

Yet, we have work to do, so we do the best we can, get caught up on our sleep, take a deep breath and clean up the kitchen.  Slowly, our life gets back to a semblance of normal and we gain some breathing room allowing us to focus, to push forward and reach for our goals.  This time confident in our ability to achieve what we set out to achieve.