What we do....

[geminiwench]

I fell asleep last night
composing poetry in my head.

Something about stealing wings
of grief and fear
and doubt.

Maybe, perhaps
if I had been less sleepy
it would have been about -
SEALING wings
WITH grief and fear
and doubt.

Woke up to our fire alarm/CO alarm
alarming at 2am.

ALARM!
ALARM!
ALARM!

I'm too short to reach them,
my pudgy naked self
trying to halt the
ALARM ALARM ALARM
in vain.
Batting at it,
but that's all I can do.

I got my humidifiers yesterday
to combat my usual cold case
of viral bronchial infestation.

Obviously, it wasn't a fire
but for fear of dying in our sleep
we stopped the humidifiers
and opened the bedroom windows
and went back to sleep
to wake up another day.

Google tells me humidifier was the cause.

In my world,
there are too many excuses.
I feel like I have been on a precipice
looking into the crevasse of my future
and going,
"I'm going to jump!
I'm TOTALLY going to do it!"

But I can't TODAY.
No. I am sick today.
Yesterday I was busy.
Day before was a play day...
no jumping into the maw of the future
on a play day!
NEVER!

Vacations,
or things popping up,
belay me another day.

I'm not ready today!
Maybe tomorrow,
I may!

But I also consider this
part of my magic.

When I DO do The Things,
they get done,
in record time,
with record thoroughness,
and at surprising levels of efficiency.
Because,
I have spent
so much time
PREPARING myself
totally
first.

But,
also....
I cannot lie
a lot of my preparation
is pure fantasy.
And I don't know
which switch to pitch
until I
pull the trigger
and go
THAT ONE.

But my burners are always all hot
and all ready
with all my ideas
JUST IN CASE
today is the day.

Anyone else
parlay this way?