Some days, I feel like the world is my lobster (lobster is so much better than oysters, don’t you think?), and I can do no wrong. I seem to do everything right, and everything goes swimmingly. (Lobster-swimming pun not intended.)
On other days, like today, I feel like the world is not so much my lobster as it is my squid. SQUID. Yes, I am having a SQUID day.
Anyway, today, in addition to several smaller transgressions relating to work and all that hullabaloo, I did something that Iwanski has warned me about probably about ten thousand times. I left the oven on for hours after I finished cooking a pizza. Thankfully, we have an electric stove—but still! Three hours later, when Iwanski cleared his throat and pointed at the little red light shining away on the oven, I was horrified.
I mean, what if we did have a gas stove? Ack…I don’t even want to think about it! But the thought that is almost equally as horrible in my mind is, “Oh dear God, now I will have to listen to Iwanski’s warnings even more often now!”
But I have to admit, it does make me realize that it’s a good thing that Iwanski is as annoyingly cautious as he is. Because clearly, I cannot be trusted not to burn the house down. (Damn it! I hate it when he’s right.)
It also makes me realize that sometimes I just need to SLOW DOWN, stop moving for one freakin’ second, and just BREATHE. My carelessness is often just a result of my hardly taking a break during the day. Clearly when I’m preoccupied with ten thousand things, I make mistakes.
And thus, tonight, I will begin again to try to do a daily meditation. Ten minutes. Ten minutes a day—that’s all it would take. Obviously I have ten minutes. I’ve been sitting here writing this inane drivel for the past ten minutes…
Hmm, perhaps my time would have been better spent meditating.