Sorry Sarah Ban Breathnach. I tried. I gave it a shot. Yet another one. So I’m at what now? Six tries? I got through 7 pages of “Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy.” My goal: get through the entire journey. The purpose: gain a greater appreciation for the little things that life has to offer. AND blog about it.
Ya. Fuck that.
I can find other stuff… other INTERESTING stuff to blog about. Ms. Sarah had me writing about blossoms on the nighttable, weeding the vegetable garden, buying bouquets of flowers for every room in the house (seriously! she seriously recommends that. Who do I look like? Fricken Oprah?) Sorry. Booooring. Blogging about my husband painting our house, so much more interesting… well it doesn’t sound interesting when I put it that way, but trust me it was good.
And I don’t consider this quitting. It’s just that I change my mind a lot. I have a hard time making a decision and sticking with it. It’s not just for the big events in my life, like fiancés and husbands.
Dressing in the morning: sweats, jeans, tshirt, hoodie, grown up look, student look, ageing tramp look, which one? Even picking out my bra is an issue: sport’s bra, strapless bra, bra that makes me look like I have boobs?
And breakfast! Holy shit, biggest decision of my day. Carbs or no carbs? Fruit or no fruit? Eggs? Scrambled, fried, poached? Protein shake? Which flavour? In the blender with ice or just in the shaker?
At the restaurant, I always
send Wayne fetch the waiter to change my order. I thought the pasta dish looked good on the picture, but what if there are a lot of tomatoe chunks, and I hate tomoatoes, and then I’ll be disappointed, and my night will be ruined because I’ve been saving myself for this meal all week, so no, no, no, no I’d like to cancel that order and have the meat lovers pizza, to which Wayne always says, “You have that all the time, I thought you were going to try something different.” …ummm… shut up.
Here’s a perfect example of my inability to stick to a decision. I’ve been in the mood to bake. So this morning I got up, pulled out the ingredients for “clean” brownies. “Clean” just means they’ll taste like cardboard.