Living in Denial
Today, that nasty place known as Destrukto does not exist in my life.
Today, worries over a potential $50K error (*in my department) will fall away.
Today, I will not obsess about what may happen Monday morning when I walk through that office door.
Why?
Today is baking day at La Casa.
We shall be baking cakes, brownies, cookies...
Maybe even bread.
Then we shall wander out back to my Above Ground Garden - and check on my pepper, squash, basil and tomato plants.
I shall not worry about tomorrow, as tomorrow will take care of itself.
I may, however, need to worry about where to put all of the stuff we're making here.
Today, worries over a potential $50K error (*in my department) will fall away.
Today, I will not obsess about what may happen Monday morning when I walk through that office door.
Why?
Today is baking day at La Casa.
We shall be baking cakes, brownies, cookies...
Maybe even bread.
Then we shall wander out back to my Above Ground Garden - and check on my pepper, squash, basil and tomato plants.
I shall not worry about tomorrow, as tomorrow will take care of itself.
I may, however, need to worry about where to put all of the stuff we're making here.
Labels: Destrukto
posted by rennratt at 7:41 AM
9 Comments:
I can't think of a better way to spend a day. The idea of the aromas floating through your house this afternoon alone makes me green with envy. Because, unfortunately (or maybe fortunately for my waistline!), I've never been much of a baker.
I'm also going to borrow your mantra for today and let my worries fall away, if only for a day.
I need some of that kind of thinking. Desperately.
Enjoy your day.
Dude - if you have any trouble finding a place for the brownies... I'm totally here for you.
You know, I hear baked goods travel thru the mail nicely.
I love your attitude. Nothing can ruin a weekend like a huge problem at work brewing.
I've got a chocolate cake in my kitchen and I promised myself I would LEAVE IT ALONE TONIGHT.
But chocolate wards off all icky work things, right?
I volunteer to help "store" any of the baked goods that might happen to appear near me, despite the fact that they are not good for me.
So if you need an excuse for eating that third brownie, tell yourself that you are protecting me, just in case I might drop by.
Um, I have some excellent and completely unused baked goods space at my house. Just sayin'.
Sounds to me that that's the right kind of worry to have these days. If you need help storing any baked goods, I'd be happy to help!
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