Exhale.
It’s been a day. It’s been a week. Ha, when hasn’t it been.
As I sit down to write this, Willie Nelson is the current soundtrack at Starbucks. Which is not a genre you generally expect in the greater Columbus, Ohio area. But maybe Sbux and Willie are both in favor of inhaling?
As a teenager practicing piano, I’d often follow practice time with a few tunes for fun, running through whatever sheet music was sitting around. It was a regular occurrence to hear my mom yell from the other room, “Play Willie Nelson!” That was a request for Always on My Mind, which just finished playing here in the coffee shop.
But I digress. Which happens a lot. Fair warning, there may be many digressions in this post. Digression rhymes somewhat with discretion and indiscretion, which probably means something.
Anyway.
Frequently in the last week when I’ve attempted work or self-care, I’ve been digressed. Sometimes by a thing that’s the better choice. An unexpected and needed conversation with a friend. A book I knew was coming in the mail but wasn’t sure when. Sometimes by unexpected fun.
What’s that popping sound? Random bubble wrap I ran over with my cart at Target.
Sometimes by unexpected blessings, like someone at Panera thinking I need more carbs and Parm than are in my plan.
Sometimes by pretty things.
Hey, do you know what’s inside a jellyfish? Jelly, you say? No! Fish!
Bahahahahaha.
Don’t worry, it’s a family joke. Much like …
Hey what’s your favorite color?
Shut up.
Mine is you’re stupid.
Also I suppose with Shark Week coming up I’d be remiss if I didn’t call someone a shark-licker.
Again, digression.
Slow wifi is still getting in my way.
Physically I seem to be on the struggle bus. Allergies are in overdrive, but given the detailed pollen counts I’m not quite sure why. Someone must have looked at me cross-eyed.
I also seem to be dropping things. The name of the makeup product shown here decorating my khaki capris is “warmth”. I use it as blush. Those aware of my “persistent paleness” know how much help I can use in this area. Apparently I also need help holding on to the container.
Today it was moisturizer. For my face.
On a positive note, I have a venti iced coffee and, now that I have earbuds in, shuffle on my phone is doing a stellar job playing DJ. A little punk rawk, a little Mitch, a little Hamilton, a little of this, a little of that. Let us pause for a moment while I avoid becoming a sobbing mess over Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story. Flashing back to second row center seats …
(Download the Hamilton app and you may also win the lottery for ten dollar founding father tickets.)
I did “get a word” last night. Sorry to everyone else in the room, but “endurance” was for me.
Okay, maybe it was for more than one me.
Onward.