I’m always mystified by people who run errands before 10.00 am. I just don’t understand how someone could be awake and functioning enough to choose to take on the grocery store, bank, or service station at that unseemly hour. (I know. I’m being a little over the top. But seriously, it’s a mystery to me.)
Surely these folks have kids or spouses, people who require them to be motivated and active during the earlier hours of the day.
But this morning I discovered that at 10.30 am I was in my car — for like the third morning this week — headed out to get things done.
I was startled at the realization!
Remember Ouiser Boudreaux in Steel Magnolia’s? When she exclaimed to Clairee, “I’m pleasant! Damn it! I saw Drum Eatenton at the Piggly Wiggly this morning and I smiled at the son of a bitch ‘fore I could help myself.”
That was me.
Or in sweeter words…a few months ago my aunt walked in on her grandson standing in his crib. She wanted to take a picture and turn it into a celebration, but she didn’t want to spook him. So instead of making a fuss, she quietly watched from the doorway.
Because sometimes if I notice an accomplishment, I surprise myself into a backslide. I think I’m empowered enough right now to keep “this” from turning into “that”, but it’s still too early to know for sure.