I’ve been spending part of this most productive day puzzling over how I have gotten so much accomplished so far when so many little things have been going wrong. Yesterday, I experienced the same sort of thing, waking before the alarm, bad to mediocre coffee, noise of yard work in the dwellings around me, etc. etc. And yet yesterday, the little things accumulated in such a manner that I (felt I) couldn’t get anything done. You’ll note that after my the pieces I posted before I headed to bed (three hours earlier here in California than GayPatriot blog time), I failed to post anything at all yesterday.
Today, however, the coffee was still bad (soon to retire that failed new coffee maker), but I got everything done I had needed to get done in the morning — and even managed to put up an unplanned post.
Perhaps, it was that I had cleaned off my desk before bed so had a much tidier work space when I sat down to work this morning — or that I had slept in a newly-made bed with clean sheets. Or that when I woke before the alarm, I got out of bed — and got on with my day.
This afternoon, the opening verses of a Paul Simon song (on a theme entirely different from this post’s) come to mind, “The problem is all inside your head/She said to me“. Sometimes the straw doesn’t break the camel’s back. Perhaps that’s because something in his head tells him that he is strong enough to bear the weight.