Please continue to keep station wagon in your thoughts.
Welcome to tonight’s edition of What’s Your Fucking Problem? Though we hate to do it, won’t you please make it a cheeseburger? Errrr I mean recommend so that others may enjoy the fruits and bounty of this weekly tradition?
WYFP? is a community diary where community members may express what's on their minds and in their hearts without fear that their problem is too big, too small, too smelly or too green. Commiseration and empathy are possible and welcomed.
January through April is the busiest time of my year. The hidden blessing, I have discovered, is that I'm so busy that the longest part of winter is a blur to me and I literally wake up one day to birds chirping and bulbs popping. Nonetheless, there is a price to pay for this type of annual stress, not the least of which is my altered disposition from slightly nervous and jumpy to all out train-off-the-tracks crazy.
I vowed this year would be different. I would not work until the wee hours and I would not spend entire weekends away from my family with that glassy look in my eyes and that twitching muscle in my cheek. I promised myself that I would not pretend I really do hear what my child is saying to me while my head is opening up its file drawer marked "Things NOT Done, You Loser".
How have I done this? First, I told all the companies I work for that we may, just may, need to file extensions. That's O.K., that's why they were invented. The problem arises when even though I am knocking off work at a reasonable time and drastically reducing my weekend hours I still find my mind is doing the work I swore it would not be doing.
Maybe it's a learning curve. Maybe I just need to kick some of this to the curb. But it makes me wonder, at times like this, if I am living. I mean really living my life well. I think living a life well takes diligence and vigilance; things can get away from you when you're not paying attention. These days are my life and I will never, ever have them back. MFP is a nagging feeling this week that I am not living as well as my heart desires.
Pootie knows how to live well:
Sleep 16 hours per day
Eat when you feel like it
Play often and well
Ponder the world outside you
Love and be loved
Sleep some more for good measure
So tell us, What's Your Fucking Problem??