Thursday, February 22, 2007

An Odd Day

What an irksome two days it has been. I’m moody, tired, busy as heck and none of it good busy. I woke up yesterday around 4:45 a.m. from a really unpleasant dream. Not a nightmare but bizarre, the sort that hangs with you in detail and now a day and a half later it still lingers. It doesn’t help that my daughter was the star of the show.

I’ve spend the week (since Monday) trying to get some things accomplished and I feel like I have chains on my ankles and am up to my knees in molasses. Today I see Fr. Silva again and I find myself making excuses to not go. Seeing him is a good thing so of course my inner voice that leads me to the line of least resistance encourages me to skip it. After all, I didn’t finish reading
NOVO MILLENNIO INEUNTE. Oh the guilt of that. Then two old friends both told me I was avoiding the meeting so I geared up and decided to get my backside to the appointment. Of course, my 2:30 meeting went into overtime and I missed going anyway. I called and cancelled and will call again tomorrow to reschedule.

Why is it that when we are in the midst of doing something really good for ourselves, we end up doing our best to sabotage the action? Aggravating but then life is like that sometimes.

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