I’m sitting here sipping on tepid, black coffee; tepid because I was so engrossed in web surfing that I didn’t drink it all while it was still warm, black because, thanks in part the economy sucks and I can’t stock up on extras like creamer (why the heck does it always run out a day or two before payday?) and my gal only grabbed basic essentials on a quick grocery trip on the way home from an outing. I hate run-on sentences.
I’m mulling over the past 18 months and all that has changed, and all that hasn’t. I set some decent goals for myself around the start of this timeframe and have yet to have achieved any of them. I looked at my honey-do list on my phone a few days ago with chagrin. I can honestly say that about 70% my lack of achievement has been from outside forces beyond my control; the rest from my frustration and saying, screw it, try again tomorrow”.
I’m trying to not get my hopes up too much during the course of the next few weeks. One of the major roadblocks toward my goal of advancing in my job is about to be lifted. My creative muse has graced me, and I’m listening as closely as possible. If all goes well, I should have a decent number of stained glass projects finished. Hopefully, my gal will have landed a job, and will finally get started on the path she’s been striving for.
My spiritual path has taken a fantastic, positive turn. I only now have to get my time management into even better order to fit my initiation lessons in on top of job training requirements and stained glass work.
I figure that if I can keep my focus on these three things, I can make my family’s and my life a heck of a lot better over the next few months. I just have to stay focused, calm, patient, and, above all, take a few moments to smell the flowers and listen to the wind.
Canal in west Las Cruces
