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Sandra Tayler's Journal

responsible woman

A cobble by itself is just a small stone, but when many of them lay together they create a path . My life is made up of many discrete parts. I have to find ways to fit them all into place so that I can continue to journey where I desire to go. This journal records some of the cobbles that create my path.

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My friend called me this morning. “Do you need help? Can I help you with stuff?” Such was my state of mind that I was able to identify that I could probably use help, but I needed to ask Howard what help I could most use. Howard told me to haul my friend with me to IKEA to return the wrong furniture and to help me figure out the right furniture. She trailed me through the store and functioned as an auxiliary brain. She gently detached me from my fixation on certain furniture layouts and offered alternatives. In fact she made sure that no alternative was left unexamined, even when I lay my head down on a desk and whined about how I am so tired of making decisions right now. Or perhaps I was whining about just being tired. Three hours of sleep will do that to a person. BUT I finally have the right desk. It is all assembled and ready for me to move my computer onto it. I don’t have the emotional fortitude to tackle it this evening, but tomorrow, surely.

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  • Sending you something...



    I think you could use something pretty right about now...
  • Good friend!

  • It is nice, not to have to make a decision. During the last two years of my employment, I got so burned out that when I would go to the deli and say "make a sandwich", they would say "what kind?"

    Me: "It doesn't matter, just make a sandwich."

    Clerk: "What kind of bread?"

    Me: "You pick it."

    Clerk: "do you want…"

    Me (interrupting): "I don't care what kind of sandwich it is; what bread you put it on; or what's on the sandwich; just use your imagination – feel free to express yourself, and I promise I'll be 'as happy as baby pigs in a field of new corn" with whatever you choose!"

    There were a few times when I would return to the same place, that the clerk would smile and get to work, and on occasion I got more than my money's worth. And the good thing? I did not have to make a decision! :o)

    {Edited because I didn't double–check Dragon NaturallySpeaking.}



    Edited at 2012-04-27 01:59 am (UTC)
    • Heh, that reminds me of how I solved my problem of nearly always taking twice as long as everyone else when deciding what to order at a restaurant - For places I go regularly I have a default item that I will order if nothing else jumps out at me while other people are deciding.
  • Sometimes it's nice to have a "Thinking brain friend"

    Also: I hope you manage to get a good night's sleep tonight. I know how unpleasant sleep deprivation can get.
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