Formula
for Living
“My
formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go
to bed at night. In between I occupy myself as best I can.”
Cary
Grant
It's
going to be one of those days. I woke at four, forced myself to
stay in bed until five, and had cleaned out my kitchen cabinets by
six. The whole time, on my knees with my head poked inside a cabinet, I
asked myself, “Why am I doing this? It's not even daylight!” Why
indeed! My son blames it on the full moon—maybe that “blood moon”
we had the other night stirred the cosmic plasma. He swears his shop
fills with nutty people when the moon is full. I guess “lunatic”
came by its name honestly. I can't point fingers, though. Anyone
who's flinging plastic containers into a recycling bin before the
crack of dawn qualifies as nuts.
Occupying
oneself takes all forms. I tend to put off the more practical forms
until I just can't stand it any more. And then I do something
off-the-wall before even the birds are awake. It did feel good to
purge all those plastic containers without lids. The ones that
multiply like bunnies inside cabinets. Pray-tell, what happens to
the lids? Gremlins?
There
are a couple of practical things I try to remember to do everyday.
One is to say my prayers—even if they're contrary. I pray for
people I know are having a hard time, and for our crazy world, and
that God will show me the way to behave today. I ask forgiveness—I
need a lot of that. Another is to give Liza a good petting. She's the
only critter in this world who's glad to see me, morning-hair and
all. I appreciate that. I make a list of what I need to do each day,
otherwise, I forget everything.
Cary
Grant was right. Most days are not sexy—we get up and we go to
bed, and in between we do what we do. Today, let's give thanks, and
try to make what we do count for something.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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