Brilliance becomes me
June 24, 2008 | Filed under: Comes And Goes, Humdrum
“Things turn out best for the people who make the best out of the way things turn out. ” ~Art Linkletter
There are these moments that we all have wherein we realize that a previously made decision that seemed quite brilliant at one time, turns out to be a little less than brilliant. In fact the decision seems downright idiotic and instead of feeling on top of the world with all of the newly discovered brilliance – hell, I probably should have been a MENSA member – it’s as if such hastily made decisions weren’t the best judgment ever. Anything can have this from choosing a mate to deciding at 7:30 PM to have enough diet coke to fill the Grand Canyon and then have a super sized, big gulp, iced coffee because caffeine would do a body good at damn near 9 PM.
Alas at 1:50 AM when wide awake and re-reading and responding to emails and writing and watching premium cable after midnight (soft core porn. The end), any other previous decision – made ever in my life - seems like it was a monumentally bad idea.
So now I know what 2 AM looks like while completely sober and let me tell you, it is far kinder and easier to embrace with the help of Grey Goose. I fear that my flight tomorrow will be a nightmare of epic proportions. And to allow my mind to venture off onto how the rest of the week, like the part when I fly two time zones away, will go…well…that explains the pressure slowly building behind my ears and across my brow line.
Shockingly enough I’m not nearly as tempted to slither onto the floor into the fetal position as I normally am when faced with several little things piling up. This could be because my house cleaner quit and the new one won’t start until later this week and so the thought of putting any bare skin onto the pet hair covered floor skeeves me out. Or it could be because a mini-vacation (past and one in the future) and sudden common sense have left me able to cope with things. Either way, I’m finding that there is very little that I can control except for me. Which is a novel concept, I’m sure. In fact that concept, that perhaps only I can control the way I react to other people and situations, is so god damn brilliant that MENSA is probably on their way right about now. Engraved invitation, streamers and all.
Queen of Shake Shake says:
Wow, you are WAY ahead of me in the smarts department. It took having children for my anal-retentive self to learn I can control NOTHING. (Sometimes not even myself, like when I yell like there is no tomorrow at the boys)
Sometimes I wonder….if I didn’t have the uncontrollable 7 year old and had only children like my average 5 year old, I’d still be delusional and thinking I could control it all. I’m *that* anal-retentive.
Momo Fali says:
There’s no doubt MENSA is getting ready to knock on your pet-hair covered door. They just had to stop at the carry-out on the way.
Angella says:
You’re ahead of the game, sister.
Safe travel wishes! xo
Thursday says:
You have a house cleaner? That’s brilliance indeed.
Kerri Anne says:
Grand Canyon sized Diet Cokes are my favorite kind of Diet Cokes.
Bethiclaus says:
Safe travels! Good on you for getting that oh-so-important perspective.
Mocha says:
See, my kiddo came up with that thought recently, too. I’m so glad you zygotes can figure these things out for yourselves. It took me until my 30s to understand that concept.
Safe travels. Call me if you need a friend on the road. Well, call me and Grey Goose. We’ll both be on the line together.
BOSSY says:
Bossy’s heard about sober. She thinks.
gorillabuns says:
2am is not too late for caffeine, well at least not in my household.