Where have you all been? Really, I've been sitting here waiting for someone to show up. Nothing, Nada. How Ruuuude. Keeping me waiting like you did. I know my mama taught me manners.
Of course, I'm kidding. I took a huge break from social media including twitter and facebook. I"m not sure why. I simply put my computer down and didn't pick it back up for almost two months. I have to say, it felt good. I didn't get a lot done but I didn't feel any pressure either. Looking back at this summer, I"m not even sure what I completed, what activity took all my time, what project I could cross off my list. But I will say, I'm not bothered at all by the fact that I don't really think I accomplished anything this summer.
Life went on. People went about their business. David went to work, poor fellow. Bonnie moved out on her own. Emma went back to school. I spent time at the barn, meditated and twiddled away over 2 months of my time with nothing to show for it except a new guest room.
I did make an important discovery though. One which I do believe has always been sitting in the back of my head but never really came to the fore front. Facebook, twitter, blogs, instagram and anything else you can think of, can be very self involved, extremely self involved. That stumped me. Why would anyone want to read me? Read about me? or even want to know what I'm doing with my life? Actually there is no reason. My life isn't something spectacular. I haven't moved mountains and frankly don't intend to. It's too much work and I'm in my 50's now. The end is right around the corner.
(you should hear Emma lecture me on this - as if. She's 19. What does she know. "Oh snap, I know how to help my mother put her life in perspective." She doesn't even have a life. She goes to school and rides her horse. WTF? When did she become an expert on cheerleading? I thought I would take up smoking. I've never smoked in my life but she lectured me for a full hour on the evils of smoking. Seriously? I'm coming down the track. Does it matter that much? She replied, in her haughty, I'm 19 turning 45 voice, "try taking up sky diving. That's something you can do." No, no, that's not something I can do. I'll just fall of my horse, hows that? same end. A middle age woman on the ground sobbing. But I digress....)
All of that being said, I have issues with self involved people unless whatever they are writing about has light they can shed on my life - see, even I'm self involved - or they make me laugh enough to snort coke out of my nose.
Much of this post has been a ramble and I apologize but I needed to start writing again or David was going to abscond with my computer since he thinks he needs it more than I do. I also apologize for being so self involved.
I leave you with a story. I turned 51 this year and for some reason this story was my bedtime meditation.
Oh, who am I kidding? I'll save the story for this week. I'm getting tired and it's, hurray, watch the Civil War and iron all the clothes day. In order to prepare for a day of the Civil War and ironing, I have to put my brain aside. Reading is out and for the life of me I can't remember how the story starts. I do know it has to do with a tree and it always soothes me.
So..., for this week - the story of the tree that soothes me. Here's wishing you well and hoping that if you are having to do laundry, you find your brain when it is all done and put away. Check under the clean sheets. That seems to be where I leave mine.