Playing Catch Up
Things feel so catch up at the moment. Catch up with myself; catch up with others I’ve seemed to have missed over an extended period of time. Catch up can make you feel frantic when there’s really no need to be. Well, so I say, the practise of it, well, that’s an entirely different other thing now isn’t it!
Catching up at this time of the year is sort of like reparation I think, we regret that we’ve been remiss in keeping friendships vital (and all in the name of busyness) and yet, like all things valuable to us, it’s something we ought at least to make an effort about maintaining. Like a good hairdo! But lists get long over a year don’t they! I know mine do.
I’ve often thought that not doing what I’ve said I’d do might be quite a liberating experience (I mean the instances in which one doesn’t do the thing because one chooses not to rather than genuinely forgetting). I rather wish I could but in the end the guilt gets me.
From time to time I’ve thought that my mind has gone on holiday without me because I’ve been forgetful; it’s what I call my full dance card syndrome. Too many promised dances that the line’s become blurred between what’s achievable and what’s not. I’m learning to pare activities back, opting for depth rather than range. Works for me.
Ever felt like playing catch up but your mind has become something of an emotional hazard? I’ve thought so on the odd about occasion lately. I think my usually busy mind has decided to hang out the “Gone Fishing” sign on the door. I’m sure it [whatever, it is] will pass soon enough!
Till then, I’ll primp the mental petticoat and behave the way a lady ought to. How? With a modicum of decorum and a mouth full of candy floss of course! Candy floss, I love it!
