I've been learning many lessons about coping lately, and now I wonder if I've learned them IN TIME. ...In time for what? I have no idea. I've thought about toting around a manual counter and clicking it every time a senseless, yet ominous thought like that pops in my head. I'm learning to recognize them now, and bat them away like useless gnats.
I do appreciate all the good thoughts, ATC's and things that are being sent my way. It helps me remember there is a whole big life beyond 49th street and dying people.
I backed out of Puggerfest, and I feel pretty good about that. It is a well meaning organization, but things would be decided at meetings, I would begin work on those things, and then a few days later, someone not at the meeting would decide upon changes. If someone is paying me, I can roll with the flow, but I wasn't getting anything back but frustration, so I bailed out. I can't help but feel there is probably some personal growth in that act-my deciding I had too much chaos and cutting out the bit of chaos I felt could go.
Staying in the to do list is next week's girls night out in Tulsa-doing a charity walk on Saturday morning so we are having a slumber party on Friday night at the Marriott, and my mid October trip to the Snake Convention. It's actually a reptile trade show, but Snake Convention sounds better and more exciting. One of the things I want to do there is scope out maybe a sideline thing I could do there-T shirts, etc where I could go to the show but not sell animals. Snake Art anyone?
Oliver the parrot has sustained me through this rough patch.......farting and belching any time the mood gets too morose. How I made it through life without a farting belching parrot is beyond me. The furry kids keep me on my toes-they demand a certain amount of strong vibes from me or they'll walk all over me. So, when I'm feeling weak, I walk outside to be reminded that yes, I am strong.
The baby burms are fascinating as well. They actually move towards me-not to bite, but just to see what I'm up to and be picked up. I've never had snakes do that before. I've had feeding responses, leave me alone strikes, and oh, ok pick me up then...but this is something quite different.