Elizabethan English aside and getting serious, I really do hate anything that differs from my normal routine.
I know it’s not good, but there’s not much I can do about it. How do I change my preferences? Where’s my control panel? Oh wait, that’s called cognitive behavioral therapy and I’ve had quite enough of that, thanks.
So there isn’t a master switch. Looks like I’m stuck adjusting. The last few weeks have thrown everything into a series of disorganized days and unpredictable events. Granted I fared better than many throughout this hurricane/blizzard mess, so I feel bad complaining.
But… my norm is gone and I don’t have a solid grip on things. It’s Tuesday but it feels like Saturday and I’m not sure how I feel about that. And now with the holidays, god knows there will be no semblance of my quiet, uneventful routine until at least January. Boo, hoo, hiss and scratch, I know.
Looks like I’ll have to make the most of scattered schedules, working extra days and trying to bleed some decent creative thought from my discombobulated brain.
That’s the thing, when things are “different” it’s hard for me to sit and go inside the circus that is my brain. What do you mean I can’t sit here and go in my head and make things up? Typical artist’s bitch.
So I guess I’ll make the most of all the added shit on my agenda and try to be productive in a creative fashion at the same time.
Dear god, help us all. Well, me at least.
So here’s to adapting. My worker bee can do it but the stubborn artist in the corner is being a dick. I think I need to get a big stick and roust him out of his corner.
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