The Never-Ending Ramblings...

SFA & pink chalk

So, I’m standing in front of the chalkboard writing:

I, Robin am lucky.
You, robin are lucky,
She, Robin is lucky.

It’s not that my SFA is really draggin its ass deep in the dredges of gloominess either. SFA is right here, sitting next to me. She is just sorta refusing to work up to par. Citing the 108-degree heat index as her downfall. “I let you walk at lunch two day in a row in this godforsaken heat. “ she thoughtfully reminds me. No one can perform up to par 24/7. Not even her.

“But I NEEEEED you.” I whine. “I’m unable to make a move without you.” She blushes, smiling, her eyes closing as her head looks downward. Even SFA’s need compliments.

Back at the chalkboard I try and list the things going well for me:

Several awesome writing projects! (Not just one or two, but three or four)
Still keeping up with my walking AND tennis lessons
Going on a four-day weekend for labor day! YAY. Keep your fingers crossed for me on this one.
Got my new notebook! Hey, could this be the source of all my creativity???

Okay, see? So, why am I moving so slowly? Does it really matter? Why not meander along for a few. Get distracted for a bit? Gather some creative images…

I put down my pink colored chalk, turn my back to the board. Make one or two more mental affirmations. Grab SFA by the writs. Jump into this pool of sledge. Up to my knees. (My new tennis shoes are dirty – someone’s gonna pay for this - )