BUDDHA’S AN ANGRY SOCCER MOM (or “WHY THIS BLOG IS PROBABLY A BAD IDEA”)

It’s 8:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning. I’m sitting in my bedroom, alone, listening to the sounds of wildlife and far-off highway traffic outside my open window, avoiding a glance around me, where I would see the many “projects” and clutter that make up my busy life. For example, within a three-foot radius of my never-used jewelry-crafting-turned-bill-paying-now-writing desk, there are: a stash of decorative metal sculptures which I recently purchased at a garage sale (I need to hang them somewhere, but first I need to get some wall mounts…); my jewelry-making supplies and completed pieces waiting to be given to someone or priced; a stack of bills, both business and personal; a pile of mending from all four family members which has been collecting for at least eight years; an “ASAP” pile of kid items (soccer registration, school picture forms, teacher’s newsletter, etc. – due Monday); my favorite running shoes, NOT recently used for their intended purpose; gift wrap supplies; my portable sewing machine (needs repair, of course); my husband’s “vintage electric watch charger thingy”; a box for an mp3/amp combo player which I was supposed to return because we don’t think we want to keep it; various running & triathlon books; a folder holding my mother’s conservatorship details and most recent medical visit stats; three “TO DO” lists; my wallet (which spent the entire day and night here yesterday so I couldn’t pay for anything); and AT LEAST twelve pounds of dirty laundry. I must be crazy to start this fricking thing. A blog, Lorna? Really? But then I remind myself of my mother’s words which echoed in my head a mere ten minutes ago, causing me to actually sit up, swing my legs over the side, and get out of bed, “Do what you can.”

And so it goes.