It’s day..whatever of the 31 Day Challenge, stick a fork in me cause I’m done. I promised to write about “31 Days to a more organized home, flatter belly and happier children,” and I’ve already said all I’ve got to say about that, because I really don’t know much about any of those things. Here you go: throw out stuff you don’t use, don’t eat sugar or gluten and listen to your kids.
Today, Pamela and Piper are coming down, so we can go to the Storyline conference, and Pamela would have to raise the possibility that we might meet Bob Goff or Don Miller, which is completely impossible, except that it’s not, and the very thought is sending me into an anxiety tail spin. I already have a vulnerability hangover, and we haven’t even done anything yet.
I haven’t packed and I don’t know what I should take. Was there a list? I don’t remember seeing a list. Don Miller keeps sending Important Last Minute Details and every time he does, it has more anxiety-producing information about social gatherings and meetups, things that involve people, lots and lots of people. Hip people, judging by the website. People who know what they are doing at the Storyline conference.
I’m not cool enough to go to Storyline. I read Blue Like Jazz. Maybe Storyline will be like a toned-down Burning Man Festival with a guy dressed like the pope pushing a flaming grocery cart. I don’t think I can deal with that.
I feel like I have crawled out onto a very long, very high limb and I can see the ground far below, and someone is going to come and saw this limb off behind me and down I will fall.
Also, my house is a disaster area, it looks like it should have yellow tape all around it, “This area is condemned.” I really am all out of time to clean it, not that it would really make any difference. How do you clean a disaster area? With a bulldozer, that’s how.
And another thing, if they don’t raise the debt limit something terrible will happen, like the Ice Age, or if they do raise it something terrible will happen, like the Inquisition, and there’s so much anger and blaming, you could cut the hostility with a knife.
Why do these politicians have to pass law after law after law, as if they owned us, and they were making our lives better with every freaking law they pass, when all they are doing is making things unbearably complicated? Why do they have to keep us in a constant crisis, crisis after crisis after crisis?
I am completely sure they are inventing crises to keep us off balance so they can grab more and more power, and meanwhile we’re just going around try to live our lives and clean our houses and go to conferences and have happier children.
I know, at least I think I know, that Pamela and I will have a wonderful road trip and a great time at the conference, and good things will come of it, but right now I’m kind of uneasy. Can you relate? Please share in the comments.