Okay, the Rube just got on my case for slacking on posts...yes, I've been bad. I can't even blame it on still being upset about the switcheroo at the ballpark since, yes ladies and gentlemen, at this moment in time THE MARINERS LEAD THE AMERICAN LEAGUE WEST DIVISION! Enjoy it! It may not last long and it may not happen again (but I believe it will!)
So, what is it that has been keeping me away from posting my deepest thoughts (well, maybe not) into cyberspace? Unfortunately, it's just the standard of my life. Work is busy, as always--I won't elaborate because it would probably dull everyone anyway. Not-work is just as busy, although not with wild parties, hot guys and such. Instead it's meetings, errands and dreaded trips to the gym. I have to wonder, how can I be so busy without anything actually happening?
I always make the declaration that I will SLOW MY LIFE DOWN and it...never happens. And I know I bring it all on myself. If I see that I have a free day, I have to schedule something or plan something or go somewhere. Then I spend the next three days complaining that life is too busy.
So, for those of you out there who have learned the secret...can you let me in on it? Please? And please don't give me any crap like, "The secret of life is 42." (No, I didn't read the book, but I saw the movie--I didn't get it.)
And, yes, I know the analogy about filling up the jar with the rocks, then the pebbles, then the sand and, depending on what the moral is of your analogy, finally the water or beer. I think my problem is that I have too many rocks and pebbles. Once I put those in the jar, the thing is overflowing, so forget about everything else.
But on the bright side, at least I have rocks and pebbles. I know people--my former roommate for one--who would be hard pressed to find anything to put in the jar. I am blessed to have a wonderful family (most of whom live far away--although I still need to drive 40 miles south to the place I like to call "The Wasteland," otherwise known as where I grew up, to see those that still live there), a fabulous church which has become my family, a posse of friends who make me laugh and laugh with (at?) me and are great companions for the movies, and of course, Carmel.
Okay, I feel better know! The Rube--if you're reading this, thanks for bringing me back to the blog and I promise to answer your email soon!
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Woo-hoo! I knew you'd write something :)
I've learned that the secret to happiness is to come to terms with the way you live your life. I'm like you; I need to be constantly doing something. Then I complain that I don't have any down time. When I have down time I'm just bored. It's a no-win situation, much like your Mariners...oh, that was harsh.
And if you don't get the movie, read the book. It's one of my favorites (though, admittedly, it's a VERY strange style of writing).
I want that email.
Analogies will kill me yet someday, I have a tendency to over analyze them but I thought I would share my thoughts about this one anyhow...here goes...if your jar overflows with your pebbles and rocks the only way you could fit everything in would be to grind those rocks and pebbles into sand so that they could settle in. Get it? What needs grinding in your life? Could you turn some of your big stuff into small stuff? Or is this a stretch on the analogy?
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