"The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows." Gaston Bachelard
Happy New Year Everyone. I'd love to come up with something stirring and inspirational, however on this first day of the new year, I woke up feeling more than a tad crabby. I think it started mid yesterday when I got huffy about something I'd cooked up in my mind. Ridiculous how I do that. Later two pieces of mail made me really suspicious about the ethics and actions of the company that put new tires on my husband's car. This morning, my body may be refreshed, but the rest of me feels pummeled by a hostile takeover and ready to fight.
Baruch ata adonai...help. HELP. I do not want to spend my day fussing about yesterday's trivia. I do not want to spend even the hour it will take to transfer all my passwords to a new piece of paper less filled with arrows and scratch outs, and yet I don't want to look forward to doing this one more day much less put it off for a year like I did last year. Then I have to take care of all those 2012 papers in my files so the bills and records of 2013 have a place to go. "Ahem. Stop! Want to come up for air? It's early in this brand new day. Do you really want to have a temper tantrum all day long? I didn't think so. So get dressed in your paint clothes, eat breakfast, paint, go for a walk when it gets warmer, and check in with me after you've done all that. And see if you can let go of the tire stuff. They won't be open today anyhow." I don't think I should be whining to you about passwords. Sorry. I'll start sweeping. Amen