PoppyRow

Okay so I have been pretty irresponsible not posting. I hold out my hands, put the shackles on my wrists. I have some excuses, but when I say them out loud, they are pretty lame- like I worked a whole bunch of overnights, and I’ve have a splitting migraine for a week, and my daughter was off from school, and…and… yadda, yadda, yadda. See? It’s not good. I have been thinking about you, and I’ve had ideas and thoughts and more, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I do not want to end up like countless other blogs, at the bottom of the cyber-ocean of internet failures in a pair of cement boots, doomed from the start by my own apathy.

My head still hurts and it’s apparent in my nonsensical ramblings. Forgive me!

I am thinking, thinking all the time of the “assignment”. The very tea I love causes me migraines, so I feel shafted. Water is good but gets so boring, IMHO.  But tea is the project, and so I am thinking what to do. I know- it’s getting close to the deadline. Let’s just say I work well under pressure. Generally accompanied by large bouts of panic resulting in screaming, and a vast knowledge of swearing displayed with proficiency. But in the end, creativity has sprung forth and I get the job done. Does the end justify the means? I don’t know, but apparently I have no other choice!

This isn’t a typical blog, so I generally don’t comment on the news and whatnot. I don’t even watch TV, so everything I learn about the world around me comes from the internet. Sad, but true. In any case, my family sends their thoughts and prayers to those affected by the VA Tech shootings. I thought about this after my title for today’s post, so I am sorry if I’ve offended anyone. None is intended, I promise you that.

It holds an interesting concept. Having experienced various tragedies in my life, I have realized that the only way to function beyond them is to find a way to put good into my life and the world around me as a result of them. I hope my husband doesn’t mind, but I am going to use a quote from a letter I wrote to him today that seems appropriate. “We are both responsible for mistakes, and the consequence is, at times, emotional agony. But it doesn’t seem to be the only outcome. I am so grateful that there have been so many positive outcomes because we have been willing, together, to the best of our ability, to do what it takes to keep going.”