Sleeping with Bread

I get all sorts of stuff swirling around in my head.

G-d help me--it's a lot of 'STUFF'...and it comes fast and furious when it comes.

I think too much. And I have a lifetime of 'stuff' to toss around in this brain......lots to draw from, lots to look at, lots to 'play with'. On any given day (just like the rest of the world), I can get more 'stuff' to contend with, to play with.
That's life.

I have this pattern I've developed.

Mostly it was borne from a need to have some semblance of order.....some control, some means of keeping things 'right sized' (meaning the size MEL thinks it oughta be).
And I don't want it coming out of my mouth until I have 'order' to it..until I have some kind of control over how it's being presented.

Of course that's all in attempts to control the reactions of others who will be getting the information so I can feel like it's as important/as trivial as I want it to be.

That's not an all bad thing. It's simply one of the methods to my madness. ;-)

It keeps things workable and doable and manageable for me.

Or at least it does in my mind's eye.

(and it's ALL about mememe, dontchaknow! LOL)

The rest of the world doesn't necessarily agree with me, of course.

I'd like to think they make mountains out of molehills and they like drama and crisis.
Just cuz something happens/happened doesn't mean it's 'bad'.
It just gets to happen! Or--it just happened! STUFF happens.

You get the information....STUFF happens--

You deal.....best you can, as it happens, as you're able, when you're able.
Some folks puke it out as it happens--I tend to hang on to it and put it into perspective.

MY perspective, of course.

And my perspective?
It's just a slice of bread--not a whole bakery on fire.

A slice.

And life is a bunch of slices of equal proportion.

Sometimes I assign a value to the slice I'm handed.

Some feel bigger.

Some feel like bitty morsels.

This is a good slice.

This--is a moldy, icky, ROTTEN slice.

It's a slice.

*sigh*

For me, I know it's a matter of what I'm giving my attention and my energy to........the slice or the loaf.

Some days, I ramble on about the slice.
And here has always been a safe place to go on about the slice--'good', 'bad', or indifferent. I've been known to go on and on and on.

Here gives me a place to put fingers to keyboard and, before I go about organizing and manipulating what an audience might conclude/how the audience might react, I just say what's true--hit publish post and go about my day.
There are other days I pause before hitting publish post and wonder how it'll be received. (there's that silly pattern of mine in action!)

I do more of saying what's true than I do of pausing and critiquing and redoing and trying to manipulate the perceptions of the people who might frequent here.
Afterall, the people who stop in are welcomed here--they're the jams that top the slice. A bit of sweetness to whatever slice I'm dealing in at any particular moment in time.

Whatever slice I'm dealing in.

It's a slice.


If I keep my eye on the slice, I'm hungry and wanting.



I think I'll keep my eye on the loaf.