This week’s Scribble Diary seemed to be all about different ways I store the things I care about or wish I could let go. It’s amazing how one day can reveal so much about life as a whole when I consider how I package my feelings, apprehensions, and physical objects.
Wake-up call:
My day always starts before the sun rises. I wake up at 5:20 a.m. just about every day whether I want to or not. Sleep has never come easy to me and mornings are my favorite time of the day. That combination leads to an early start!
Saving up for:
I’ve always been a penny pincher, so this prompt was pretty easy for me. Aside from saving for a rainy day, I’m always looking to add to my yarn stash or my bookshelf.
With two elderly dogs, it’s only logical to keep a little money stashed for unexpected medical issues. While my boys are doing very well at the moment, I am constantly aware of how that could change in an instant.
After three years of minimal traveling, I’m starting to feel the itch to explore new places. I have my eye on Seattle and Amsterdam in the coming year. Even though I’m confident about finding a great deal, I’m still stashing some cash for what I hope are two memorable trips.
On a side note, this little doodle reminded me of the three containers I use to save spare change. Perhaps, it’s about time I took those to the bank!
Something(s) I can’t let go of yet:
This prompt took the longest for me to complete as I had just gone through pretty rough day. So many things were beyond my control and I was left feeling incredibly helpless and frustrated. If anything, this prompt arrived right on cue, but I had to sort through myriad emotions to get to the core of why I was feeling so frustrated.
After some contemplation I came up with two things that are always inside my little cage. When it comes to my job, I am always worried about getting called into the principal’s office. Regardless, of how well I do my job, there is always that fear that I’ve unwittingly broken a big rule because of my unorthodox methods. I’m usually very cognizant of what I can and cannot do, but school policies are constantly changing and not always well communicated. On this particular day, I was called into the principal’s office because they thought I was involved in something. It turns out I had nothing to do with it, but this little visit woke up my old fears.
When it comes to everything else in my life, I can’t let go of my perfectionist tendencies. I know perfection is impossible, but that doesn’t stop me from striving for perfectly straight lines, perfect stitches, or perfect writing. While I’ve gotten better about my nitpicking ways, the bars on this particular cage are still pretty rigid.
In my belly right now:
Perhaps this is the place where my perfectionism is at a standstill. After reviewing what I ate that day, I am astounded at the crap I managed to eat in such a short period of time. It’s like my stomach became a storage unit for junk food. For the record, I ate a much healthier array of food over the next week, (including grains, vegetables, and fruit).
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What storage containers are in your life?
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c.b.w. 2014
C.B. Wentworth 