Guess I’m having one of those days that attempts to steal my peace and grace. First, working on a contest entry piece at 5:00 a.m. . Wrote a piece I really liked, about 3500 words. Then I looked at the requirements (yes, should have done that first). Word limit 2500 words. UGH. Have no time today to start chopping the carefully chosen words…like ripping out the soul of the piece.
Then, instead of having a quick breakfast and getting to work on the story, breakfast at the cafe and food shopping, one of my least favorite tasks. Lost another two hours of the day. I meant to get a book mailed to a recent widow, a sympathy card in the mail. That’ll have to wait, too. Wanted to write another chapter of my newest book too. Not today, I’m afraid.
By 10:50 a.m. I usually have my blog and Facebook posts accomplished, my devotions finished (doing a Lysa Terhurst study on Messiah through the Old Testament, very interesting, but I haven’t done that yet. (I probably spelled her name wrong…grace, please). Then had to critique a writer’s piece for tomorrow, then send a Zoom meeting email,. My writer’s triad critique group usually meets the third Tuesday. Short notice, moved up to tomorrow.
Then had a phone call that sent me into three other directions. My sister wants me to hear a sermon she watched livestream yesterday. My computer McAfee tells me the site is suspicious, unsafe, so I can’t take a chance on watching it. My phone, smarter than I am, tells me I have to download an app and sign up for all kinds of stuff to access it. So, another source of frustration.
The teachers in my family are out of school today, so we’re trying to put together something for later today, so here I am, lacking peace and grace by putting this precious time with them on hold until who knows what? Uncertainty pushes me over the frustration edge sometimes.
Then, my spring allergies attacked. I emptied one tissue box, did not buy more this morning when I went shopping, so I’m feeling my eyes itching like a bucket of sand is dumped there, and instead of sneezing once, like most normal people, I sneezed, at last count, eighteen times in a row without stopping. The river’s running. I must have some allergy pills somewhere. And yes, I noticed chartreuse pine pollen all over the porch and sidewalk. Relax. Take a breath. Peace. Calm. Achoo! Achoo! Achoo! Can’t.
I feel as if the snowball (thank God it’s not snowing in Florida) is rolling down the Olympic slalom ski course I watched too late on TV last night. Some of the skaters and skiers had terrible, awful, very bad experiences too. I can relate.
It’s not that I’ve had any tragedies (yet) today, but now the cat is meowing noisily for her lunch, and I’ve lost a whole morning and probably more of the day. I’m extending myself the olive branch of grace and peace. Anyone with me on this?
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