Saturday, July 31, 2010
Do you remember the game of hopscotch ? You move forward until you step on a line, then must start over again. Today was a hopscotch day for me.
It didn't start as well as it could have. By my own 'command', Saturday equals errands. I was running late out of the gate and decided to have an ' on the run breakfast'. I grabbed a cup of coffee while my bread toasted, slathered on some jam and don't remembering tasting it as I swallowed.
Leaving late means returning late and hungry ( read ravenous ). I didn't make it to the farmer's market or to the grocery store. I was on an invisible time table of my own making. Checking the fridge, I found some old tortillas. Okay, this is where I stepped on another line, not once but three times with butter and salt.
I learned two important lessons from a morning of frustration. The first is that it is ' I' who pushes ' me'. What was the big rush - it's Saturday and I have no pressing place to be. If I'd started out a little later ( and had a better breakfast ), the world and my life would have continued to spin quite comfortably. The morning could have been spontaneous and delightful.
Second, I make 'the line'. I am the one who decides where the line is. I am uncomfortable with the choice I made today. The fix is to enjoy a dinner of vegetables this evening, make certain that I consume my 8 glasses of water and start over tomorrow. No complaining, no whining and no self blame, it's merely "go back to start".