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Thursday, 8 December 2011

Stranded


One  of the things I have always liked about myself is that when I'm committed, I can be counted on.  I meet deadlines, I deliver product, I keep appointments, I stick to common objectives.

At present, I am so overcommitted that you couldn't count on me for anything.  I've been making appointments for 7 am or 11 pm; I've not just missed deadlines, I've ignored them entirely, and sadly, I can't even claim to have made choices about those things.  I'm not liking myself.

One of my longtime and dear friends put a quote on Facebook that really made me think:


The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
- William Arthur Ward


Right now, I am an aggressive pessimist/optimist/realist becalmed by the winds of discontent, indecision and apathy. 

Thank God that for me and Scarlett O'Hara, tomorrow is another day.  

4 comments:

  1. A mind is a terrible thing to lose.

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  2. It's just that time of year, Lorna. Hang in there, girlfriend. You'll be in California before you know it.

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  3. Better days ahead my friend... better days ahead!!
    Sending hugs ~

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