The next time you look at me and think, “Wow, she’s really got her act together to get so much done!” just remember this story. Names have not been changed to protect the innocent…no one here is innocent.
Everybody says I have to be vulnerable if I want my readers to relate to me.
I get that. We all appreciate being reminded “It’s not just me.”
I know I don’t tend to dwell on life’s tough issues when I write for this blog or post on social media. It’s not my style to share every twinge of angst or stress. For the most part, being sunny and encouraging is authentic and is what gives me life and joy. I’m not trying to hide anything…just choosing what to focus on.
But yesterday I ran off the rails in a way that made me laugh out loud. It was a vulnerable moment I had to share, and if you don’t relate, I don’t want to know about it. I’d rather believe everyone else does this too.
Here’s what happened:
It started with an empty toilet paper roll
I realized the downstairs bathroom was out of toilet paper so I went upstairs.
When I got up there, I couldn’t remember why I had gone upstairs, so while I was there, I made the bed and put my shoes back in the closet.
Then I went in the upstairs bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair. I noticed that the hairbrush needed cleaning, so I used my comb to remove the hair and left the hairbrush soaking in a sink full of hot soapy water. While I was at it, I put out fresh towels.
Then I went downstairs (still failing to remember what I had come up for), opened the front door, stepped out on the front porch, and nestled the ball of hair from my brush in the top of a boxwood bush, hoping a bird would spy it and use it to build their nest. It’s gone today, so I guess I was right.
Then I remembered why I had gone upstairs in the first place
I went back up the steps, grabbed a few rolls of toilet paper, and came back down to restock the downstairs bathroom.
While I was on my way up for the second time, I thought, “I’ve got to share this ridiculous experience,” and I thought of a brilliant title for the blog post. By the time I got back downstairs to my notebook, this title was completely gone from my brain. The one I’m using here is a poor substitute.
Am I going crazy?
I’m pleading the Fifth on that one but just look at all the things I got done while my memory was failing me!
Maybe I’m just brilliant. No wonder I get so much done in a day!
Those of us who aspire to the #HeartspokenLife have to expect a little crazy brilliance from time to time. Have you exhibited any symptoms lately?