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20 Apr 2011
14 Apr 2011
different day
"The sun doesn't think, compare or judge. It just shines for all life."
The scary beaver and choco-cat watched carefully with their mighty see-all-iscope. They observed all that Kitty did everyday in her office. What could they say about Kitty's diligence and work ethic? Her tidiness or organization skills? How she smelled before and after her daily regimen? How much she sat there and just snacked? Kitty probably would only find out on her performance review in omni-time, which meant never.
Kitty was trying something different today, to get her out of the funk she seemed to be in. She made herself sit by the cold running water as close and comfortably as she could. She dreamed of the other streams she used to visit back home, streams that had lovely tall green trees hugging them and no dogs allowed on the pathways. She tried to find that place in her, that was peaceful. That place that everything was okay with the world, always was, always will be. Stress happens, tragedies happen, people and opportunities come and go, fear of failure and writing blocks happen. What she could do now once she accepted and recognized these truths, is what mattered most.
The thing was, Kitty was not sure of herself. They call it insecure. Always wondering what others thought, how she would be judged in the end. This is silly, Kitty thought. What could bring Kitty security? Ruggles? Ah, but there are no guarantees in life, tutted an old Swedish cat (death and taxes notwithstanding). This must be another truth. She should be sure of herself, not in the idea of security. Tail up, head high, Kitty reminded herself to walk the walk and talk the talk -- she was fabulous and anyone else who didn't believe that could just get out of the way!
Steam pressed with new energy, Kitty looked forward to Friday. She had worked enough this week and planned to take the day off for shopping and fun in the sun. Kitty hoped Ruggles would have the day off too. She could put off her "urgent but not important" lower priority items and focus on the important but not urgent items.
Kitty sat up straight and gave a good look back to the scary beaver and choco-cat, through her marvelous sparkling cat's eyes. She would show them how strong, confident and secure she could be in the face of all the uncertainty. She would win, she believed. She believed.
The scary beaver and choco-cat watched carefully with their mighty see-all-iscope. They observed all that Kitty did everyday in her office. What could they say about Kitty's diligence and work ethic? Her tidiness or organization skills? How she smelled before and after her daily regimen? How much she sat there and just snacked? Kitty probably would only find out on her performance review in omni-time, which meant never.
Kitty was trying something different today, to get her out of the funk she seemed to be in. She made herself sit by the cold running water as close and comfortably as she could. She dreamed of the other streams she used to visit back home, streams that had lovely tall green trees hugging them and no dogs allowed on the pathways. She tried to find that place in her, that was peaceful. That place that everything was okay with the world, always was, always will be. Stress happens, tragedies happen, people and opportunities come and go, fear of failure and writing blocks happen. What she could do now once she accepted and recognized these truths, is what mattered most.
The thing was, Kitty was not sure of herself. They call it insecure. Always wondering what others thought, how she would be judged in the end. This is silly, Kitty thought. What could bring Kitty security? Ruggles? Ah, but there are no guarantees in life, tutted an old Swedish cat (death and taxes notwithstanding). This must be another truth. She should be sure of herself, not in the idea of security. Tail up, head high, Kitty reminded herself to walk the walk and talk the talk -- she was fabulous and anyone else who didn't believe that could just get out of the way!
Steam pressed with new energy, Kitty looked forward to Friday. She had worked enough this week and planned to take the day off for shopping and fun in the sun. Kitty hoped Ruggles would have the day off too. She could put off her "urgent but not important" lower priority items and focus on the important but not urgent items.
Kitty sat up straight and gave a good look back to the scary beaver and choco-cat, through her marvelous sparkling cat's eyes. She would show them how strong, confident and secure she could be in the face of all the uncertainty. She would win, she believed. She believed.
13 Apr 2011
time traveling
Unable to quench Kitty's thirst this morning, the tea sat alone in the kitchen waiting to be drunk. By 10:30, she poured herself another cup of milky breakfast tea anyway. Water, apple juice, or lukewarm tea? The tea seemed to make time go faster. The morning hours had slipped by Kitty, unknowingly and unwittingly. Kitty was forced to add even more delays to her plans.
Planning and doing. Kitty was good at planning but not doing. Doing bothered her, it took too much time, was boring, or tedious. Doing meant she had to be active. Striving all the time, that would take a lot of energy out of her. Everyday, Kitty tried to convince herself that doing would be fun, and it would be good for her and actually give her energy. She could say she accomplished something today. It would be a good day, where she did everything right, in her opinion.
But her opinion was not so great this morning. The tea was winning, not her. Kitty wanted to slow down time, so she could accomplish all the things she wanted to accomplish today. Perhaps apple juice with lunch, Kitty thought.
Leftovers! Yum, thought Kitty, she liked cooking yesterday's dinner. It was easy, throw chopped up ingredients in a pot and stew for 30 minutes. No more bread though, the bread isn't good for Kitty.
One more e-mail, one more sentence, then lunch, Kitty planned in her head. The things she had to do were on a long list that kept getting longer, not shorter. What is urgent and what is important? She tried to sort it all out. Exercise is not urgent, but it is important. Creative writing is also like that. Kitty wondered how urgent really is her other work, the ones she's been planning off and off and the one the tea keeps making delays for.
Kitty smiled. Procrastination is part of the plan apparently. Procrastination must be really really fun, it's why Kitty can't stop doing it. Bring it on!
Planning and doing. Kitty was good at planning but not doing. Doing bothered her, it took too much time, was boring, or tedious. Doing meant she had to be active. Striving all the time, that would take a lot of energy out of her. Everyday, Kitty tried to convince herself that doing would be fun, and it would be good for her and actually give her energy. She could say she accomplished something today. It would be a good day, where she did everything right, in her opinion.
But her opinion was not so great this morning. The tea was winning, not her. Kitty wanted to slow down time, so she could accomplish all the things she wanted to accomplish today. Perhaps apple juice with lunch, Kitty thought.
Leftovers! Yum, thought Kitty, she liked cooking yesterday's dinner. It was easy, throw chopped up ingredients in a pot and stew for 30 minutes. No more bread though, the bread isn't good for Kitty.
One more e-mail, one more sentence, then lunch, Kitty planned in her head. The things she had to do were on a long list that kept getting longer, not shorter. What is urgent and what is important? She tried to sort it all out. Exercise is not urgent, but it is important. Creative writing is also like that. Kitty wondered how urgent really is her other work, the ones she's been planning off and off and the one the tea keeps making delays for.
Kitty smiled. Procrastination is part of the plan apparently. Procrastination must be really really fun, it's why Kitty can't stop doing it. Bring it on!
12 Apr 2011
Poor kitty
Kitty was having a hard time reading her papers. The words seemed to blur. The letters seemed to switch around. Kitty checked her water. It was water. Kitty checked her food. It smelled and tasted fine. Kitty forgot all about the shaking when she was so hungry.
Alone in the apartment, Kitty decided to step out on the balcony for some fresh cold April air. The balcony was in disuse, she had not come out to clean it since last year. Oh well. Kitty didn't want to clean it now. She had papers to read and mark. How tedious.
What did Kitty really want to do? She wanted to dream. She wanted to do the things that make her dream real and nothing else. Perhaps she should give up all her other commitments. But they are so substantial now, she was mired in. She was afraid to change. Changing her ways meant new adventures surely? Kitty wasn't sure. So, she dreamed less.
She must get through one paper at least today, she thought. Then she could enjoy the weather, then she could go food shopping for nicer food. Kitty liked to cook food. She especially liked to cook food for Ruggles. Ruggles likes to eat Kitty's cooking. That's great. Kitty thought about food instead of her dreams.
Alone in the apartment, Kitty decided to step out on the balcony for some fresh cold April air. The balcony was in disuse, she had not come out to clean it since last year. Oh well. Kitty didn't want to clean it now. She had papers to read and mark. How tedious.
What did Kitty really want to do? She wanted to dream. She wanted to do the things that make her dream real and nothing else. Perhaps she should give up all her other commitments. But they are so substantial now, she was mired in. She was afraid to change. Changing her ways meant new adventures surely? Kitty wasn't sure. So, she dreamed less.
She must get through one paper at least today, she thought. Then she could enjoy the weather, then she could go food shopping for nicer food. Kitty liked to cook food. She especially liked to cook food for Ruggles. Ruggles likes to eat Kitty's cooking. That's great. Kitty thought about food instead of her dreams.
7 Apr 2011
Kitty felt horrible. She couldn't imagine such desolate pain. Crawling back under the covers, Kitty wanted the world to forget her, leave her alone. She tried her favorite pink bobby socks on, but they did not make her feel any better.
Ruggles called in the afternoon. They had a nice talk. Ruggles hoped Kitty would feel better soon. Kitty could only remember when it wasn't so bad. Eat less junk, Dr. German said. Be more disciplined. Take things seriously. Kitty didn't like Dr. German. He was no fun.
Still, Kitty practiced the breathing exercises that Dr. German had taught her. At least she felt a bit calmer after that. The pain was still there, but almost bearable. Kitty searched the bookshelves for a nice distracting book. The sun shone in through the tawny curtains, which were nonetheless clawed up and hairy. Kitty didn't mind so much about that. She couldn't leave the apartment now just in case, in case another attack came. It hurt so much!
Next month, it will be better Kitty thought. As soon as this passes, I will be better and I will eat less junk, be more disciplined and take things seriously, thought Kitty as she snuggled into the covers once again with her meaningless stories. Best to take the day off, yes. Tomorrow will be better.
Ruggles called in the afternoon. They had a nice talk. Ruggles hoped Kitty would feel better soon. Kitty could only remember when it wasn't so bad. Eat less junk, Dr. German said. Be more disciplined. Take things seriously. Kitty didn't like Dr. German. He was no fun.
Still, Kitty practiced the breathing exercises that Dr. German had taught her. At least she felt a bit calmer after that. The pain was still there, but almost bearable. Kitty searched the bookshelves for a nice distracting book. The sun shone in through the tawny curtains, which were nonetheless clawed up and hairy. Kitty didn't mind so much about that. She couldn't leave the apartment now just in case, in case another attack came. It hurt so much!
Next month, it will be better Kitty thought. As soon as this passes, I will be better and I will eat less junk, be more disciplined and take things seriously, thought Kitty as she snuggled into the covers once again with her meaningless stories. Best to take the day off, yes. Tomorrow will be better.
5 Apr 2011
Ah, we two cats. Mommy thought we were tennis balls on the sofa and tried to vacuum us up in her spaceship we call crazy. Oh, she is not really crazy, she just pretends to be.
We like the sofa covers. And the sun. Perhaps soon the balcony door will be open and they will install the screens so we don't jump away. We like being cats.
We like the sofa covers. And the sun. Perhaps soon the balcony door will be open and they will install the screens so we don't jump away. We like being cats.
5 Sept 2009
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