The Woman Who Doesn’t Fit In… That would be me. Don’t worry about not fitting in. I have always been one of those (Wo)Men Who Don’t Fit In – for those of you who never worked in Alaska – A little Robert Service, please:
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they’re always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
I have never fit in – anywhere, and I am cool with that.
And, if I had taken a photo at 8 AM Sunday – the flower was a fat green bulb.
I sorta put my money on the line for the boat trip down the Columbia and Snake rivers. But, I haven’t gotten confirmation that it’s a go. So, I am in a holding pattern while the boat decides if they want my money bad enough to take a grumpy old woman. Stay tuned.
Figured out why I have not completed any of the many tasks and projects that are haunting me. None of them have drop-dead due dates. My entire life was run by due dates and schedules. And me being in panic mode trying to get everything done on time and within budget.
In my current life, there is no on-time or due date. So I never feel any need to actually complete anything. I just keep starting stuff and finish nothing and get more and more frustrated. But, I think I understand my problem. So, maybe, I can fix myself. Or Not. Stay tuned.
