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I often say that our house looks like vagrants live in it.  In today’s case, it really does. Still, we’re about to have a candlelight meal (I think) made ahead at Earthfare’s friendly kitchen to be enjoyed in our own kitchen filled with dirty dishes, unopened bills, and cat food.

But, I can’t complain.  We haven’t had candlelight dinner in, oh, maybe, 27 months.  (I thought I was exaggerating, but then I counted.  Might be more like 37…)

Anyhow, the fact that I can’t complain is a HUGE improvement from the slobbering mess that I was 8 months ago.  Actually, now that I mention my improved state, I must also mention that my lovely therapist, Shelley, told me just today that I was doing terribly well.  Much improved.  The ability to let the mess go is an ability that I haven’t had since, well, maybe, uh, 37 months ago.  (Yeah, that probably explains the lack of candlelight.)

And, I think, that’s all I have to say.

I’m accepting the fact that I am busy, messy, and capable but currently unable to cook a five-star meal.

It’s ten minutes to nine and we haven’t sat down to our dinner yet.  C’est la vie.

And, as always, CHEERS!

Nostalgic?  Yes.  Over Emotional?  Probably an understatement.  Sentimental?  Sure sometimes.  But, patriotic?  Not so much.

In high school, I wouldn’t even say the pledge. (I only say it now because I’m a teacher in North Carolina.)
But today, alone in my classroom, while listening to the inauguration on NPR, I actually felt compelled to stand with head raised and arms full of goosebumps as President Barack Obama was sworn into office.

Yes, I have the audacity to hope, hope, and hope some more.
Congratulations America!  I have yet to be so moved.

It’s official.  I plopped my kid in front of the TV so that I could actually get something done around here.  (Ironic after I just wrote a post about the demented self-created world that I inhabit in which chores and false responsibilities take precedence over my family.)

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So, while I flounder around starting posts and stopping them mid-sentence so that I can edit, edit, edit my content, so that I can double-check to make sure that I am saying what I am meaning to say, so that I can verify that I am writing something worthy of this brand of instant “publication”, I am, by all stretches of the creative imagination, not writing at all.  (In fact, I just started to delete this sentence and then stopped myself and forced myself to write it before I could read back to the beginning and delete the whole damn thing.  Where are thou, my self-confidence???)

So, I have, just recently, in the last few days in fact, experienced a little, life-altering epiphany.   And, yes, like most life-altering epiphanies–or at least like most of my life-altering epiphanies, because I have had so very many, you know– the burst of mind-numbing enlightenment was completely obvious.  Beyond obvious.  Let me fill you in…

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