Today's reading in "Hope for Today" talks about the Al-Anon slogan of "How important is it?" The writer talks about growing up with an alcoholic mother and striving for perfection. I can completely relate to the piece. If I were to pour orange juice into my coffee, I would not laugh it off. I would wonder if I had Alzheimers' Disease or something. I am constantly apologizing for things that are not my fault. Or I used to anyway. I've gotten a lot better about the apologizing part.
Today I wasn't sure if I was going to have time to do my blog entries, and I was kind of upset about it. Even though I'm not even sure if anyone even reads this blog, except maybe Arlene when she's not too busy, I was still mad at myself. I had made a pledge to myself to blog 5 days/week, and I didn't want to break that for no good reason. Grandma dieing was a good reason, but today would have just been because I didn't feel like it, and that wasn't good enough.
How is important is it though? Hmm....
Yup, I'm reading. I've wondered about my brain cells packing their bags and moving away for at least the last 15 years or so - dating back to when I moved my mom nearer to my home because of her severely declined competence. I can't remember exactly when that was, don't want to check, and think that this kind of forgetfulness is a life-long thing with me and not a sign that I'm really really losing my mind.
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