Flying and Such

It is a Tuesday that is more like a Monday today, so I have very few words of wisdom. I can only "report" my latest adventures in living.

I have become more organized. This should impress my irritating friends who love office supplies (my sweetheart is one of these people, so don't feel targeted if you are irritating with your neat little notepads and obsessive need to clean).

I have signed on with Compass as a client and a rep (because if I happen to pass along this great life coaching service, I want the dough for having done it), and I love it.

It is so simple. Fifteen minutes a day is all it requires, and really, it only takes about ten total. I log into my daily MAP. Listen to the pep talk about sucking it up and learning how to dump the excuses (they intelligently call "learned helplessness"), to admit that most of my fears are quite ridiculous and keep me from the sort of success I want, and to make a daily plan to strive for. If one leaves things to chance, chance will happen. Or as some say, **it happens without a pen, paper, and some basic, simple articulation of how I want my priorities directed.

Now, the organizers in my world will suggest that they have everything it takes to achieve all, because they are clean and neat and obsessive. But hold on, Nelly. Really? Is that why your kids are all running away and your husband ignores you?

Yes, cleany. You too have issues. And you need help. Do you ever organize your spiritual life? Actually live for God on purpose and with a specific goal in mind?

Yeah. Thought you were perfect, huh?

Anyhoo...I am just on Day 2 of my map, and I am figuring out how to manage my Compass website (will reveal that soon), so that I might invite my pals to learn how to make people listen to them better, how to assert oneself more effectively, and how treat their husbands and wives with a modicum of love and respect.

And little old creative-brained, scattered-thought me gets to learn how to use a day planner and make use of all these ingenious thoughts I keep inventing and then turning over to others.

"Papa! Watch me fly!" (It's from Yentl. Which reminds me...I have to pencil in that two hour political phone debate/mystery book review with my Daddy for later today)