I kind of hate not being in control.
It’s why this whole debt thing has been so frustrating.
When you owe something, you’re not in charge of your own destiny.
You’re unable to do the things you want to do because of the things you have to do.
Sounds fairly simple.
But it’s true.
And yet, this week, I’m a little thankful to be out of control (which in all reality I’ve been learning is a misnomer . . . control is merely an illusion but while I’m pontificating, I’ve gotten off topic – yet again).
You see, this little girl has begun the fourth grade.
Be still my heart. How can she be that old already? How could she have been inside of me at one point in time, sharing my oxygen, living, and breathing, and moving?
And again, I’ve gotten off topic. Seems to be par for the course with me.
Anywho, with the school calendar and rhythm, I’ve found that I actually need the public school system to tell me when to get up and when to go to bed and how to order my life.
GINORMOUS love and bonus points and big bling, bling, bling
I’ve gotten more done in the last 2 days than the last two months. And my world is much more ordered (which is medium rare). And my bed is made (which is rare). And I’ve had my iron on 3 times in the last two days (which is so rare it moos).
I give the public school system a royal bow for its punctuality and for my new found motivation. May it never wane.
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