I've been focused on things other than this squarespace site. Both of my daughters got married last month. Two weeks apart. I can't use that excuse forever, but I think it's still valid right at the moment. Mom meant to do a lot of things, but. I've done what I could do. And I haven't done what I couldn't do.
What I could do in the weeks leading up to the weddings (We had about eight weeks before the second wedding and four weeks before the first wedding. I'm not turning this into a weak excuse, but. That's how it was.) was stay in control of my eating. (That last sentence was chopped by a parenthetical paragraph, but. Well, no buts about it. As I mom, I'm a parent. And because my son has kids, I'm a grandparent. (To take it a step further, one of my daughters has step kids.) I see no reason to not tack that on to the "hetical" grammar scenario. If you're not used to my style, I'm driving parenthetical here. (Actually, grand parenthetical.)) Apparently, I'm not the greatest grammar, but. That's okay. I'm around. In a squarespace.
If you've checked out my book (from a library or the take a look inside feature or an actual purchase), thank you. Very much. You may already know I like to play with words. And sometimes symbols. There's a certain rhythm to my writing. Sometimes it has reason. And sometimes it crashes. The crashes haven't been fatal, though. I'm still writing. And it's still working for me as I live with my sugar addiction.
Back to the control I alluded to earlier. I had a crash close to sugar on the way home from the second wedding. There are thousands of reasons or excuses I could think about, but. (Well, there's that but again.) This time, I'm thinking thous-ands. Like blaming someone else and something else. (I was going to use another but, and decided it didn't work.) I have come to the realization (not conclusion) that it was my choice.
That sounds a little harsh from some angles. But my try angle for this thought is mixed with compassion, I think. I chose to eat nuts and dates as I worked through an exhausted state. I didn't think I had a choice, but I did. I did it. And it's done. I am Aware. I Accept it. And now I'm Adapting.
That's a reference to "my" AAA for trip planning and emergency blowouts. Trip planning sounds a little hazardous in itself. I don't think I've thought of it that way before now. No matter. Well, yes, it matters. This is me. And this is how I right and write myself.
I could have stopped and taken a nap. I could have thrown out the dates instead of opening them. I could have written a blog post. But I didn't. I chose to do what I did and it's done. I can learn from this. And it's good. That's what I should. Focus on. (There's a brilliant thought for me to remember. In difficult situations, keep the focus on. Not off.)
If you look around in this square space, I have a link to my WordPress blog. (Since I'm using lots of parentheses in this post, I'll go for another. When I typed "link", I thought you might have thought, "I never sausage a thing!" A pun my word, it's there.)
Okay. that's enough for now. I'm writing this stream of consciousness to let folks know I know I still have a website to work on. I noticed a couple of folks have found my WordPress blog from this site and I thought I should look around my squarespace again.
Thank you for looking around it, too. Please come again!