Spring Fever: 3 Tools to Turn Around Your Day

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1. A plastic, fast-food fork 

2. A small pair of nail clippers

3. A juicy, ripe mango

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There are two things that usually make my day feel grumpy and groggy: spending too much time in front of a screen, and shopping. Yesterday was a fantastic combo of both these things. After spending a lazy morning “recovering” from the first half of the week with some Dr. Who and hot coffee, we decided to go out.  It was a bleary, rainy day and Dr. Who somehow turned into binge watching Scrubs and the coffee turned to tea and then back again and we got quite restless. So shoes and socks and jackets and we were out the door with not much sense of direction.

I had very responsibly clipped some coupons from the Sunday paper for useful things and had the brilliant idea that we should go use them. Unfortunately, we are extremely distractable and between the store entrance and the body wash aisle we ran into more than a few things. Pickles, strawberries, an exacto knife and a five pound bag of whole wheat flour, and the list goes on. At least our impulse buys are wonderful things!

But having spent more time, money and good humor then we planned, we were short on all of those as we left the store. With an unhappy drive home under an angry sky, things were looking bleak. So when we took the short cut home that ran past a pull off overlooking the river we knew exactly what needed to be done.

We didn’t have a knife but a short search of the car turned up a (still wrapped) fork from Wendy’s, and a pair of fingernail clippers hidden inside the grimy change in the dashboard. The wind outside was a little more than we bargained for but I was determined to have my mango and enjoy the muddy spring scene of trees and dirty water. It turns out I am an expert at fingernail clipper and fork wielding and I got my mango, delicious and juicy. Watching the juice drip off my freezing cold fingers and blow down to the water I started to feel a lot better. The moral of this story is when feeling restless and grumpy it often helps to go get a little gritty. Eat a mango and get chilly and sit on the dirty, broken asphalt that used to be a bridge to watch a muddy river flow by.

Bonus: Levi found some Lego pieces in the dirt, so all together a very successful trip!   

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They Didn’t Tell Me About the Brain Knots

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Brain knots. Thought tangles. Spaghetti mind.

I have used all three of those terms in the last week to describe the heavy cramping feeling invading my head space. I have an itchy feeling it’s what they call “stress,” although I normally refer to these episodes as an existential crisis. I’m not old enough for midlife ones yet.

It has been one of those fun weeks where I felt, upon driving home late one night, that I could split myself into five different people. They would each have the dreams and drive they needed to live their lives. The likes, dislikes, passions and intentions that could take up every one of those elusive 24 hours in a day. But I can’t split myself into five people, and all those thoughts and dreams and intentions collided into a giant stress-ball in my one brain.

I think this must be a common feeling, because there are six billion people in the world, and I’m sure a lot of them are like me. All those decisions and indecisions and the desires pulling you every which way like a personal hurricane.

So what do you want to be when you grow up?

A scientist, artist, traveler, entertainer, woodcarver, builder, gardener, gamer? Because I think I would choose every single one of those if I could, and believe me, the list goes on.

But that’s the beauty of choosing to be a writer. I am going to take all of those things, I’m going to bundle them into a great big ball and I will spend the rest of my life telling the stories of where all they take me.

Now hold me to it.