There I was, behind the wheel of a car, slowing down at a green light because I didn’t know where Mezzo’s was. There was a honk. I panicked. I turned right and parked behind Harding’s. Where was the dang coffee shop? I looked at my GPS and face palmed. Mezzo’s was on the left of the road; I was looking to the right. Ugh. How stupid can I get? I turn around, make it to Mezzo’s five minutes before eight, and my friend was already sitting there, scrolling on her phone, drinking an iced coffee. How could I be early and still be late?
I bought my self an iced mint chocolate drink and a blueberry scone. Let me tell you just how wrong this purchase is. I have low blood sugar–and need protein instead of sugar–and I have a gluten intolerance. An iced mint chocolate drink and a blueberry scone are both sugar and gluten. Fabulous. I’m still waiting for the stomach cramps to kick in. *eye roll*
Still, the drink was amazing. The scone could have been better. As for the conversation and the fellowship with an old friend… it was just what I needed to kick off my day. We sat and talked for three hours. It was refreshing to my soul.
What else? Mmm. I’ve been talking to my best friend all day today. I’m hoping I can see her face to face later. (Through FaceTime of course. She’s in Tulsa. I am not in Tulsa. Arg.) I also wrote a poem. I’m proud of it. (Yes, one poem.) Because I’m proud of it, I’ll probably write more tonight.
“Come on Elizabeth. This is surface level. Get deeper.”
Alright. To be honest, I’m failing at a lot of things God has asked me to do. Specifics? Being healthier. In every way possible. Maybe I’m not doing to do bad in the eating area (I’m fasting meat this week; next week I’m going to fast sugar.), but for real, look at me. I ate a blueberry scone. I’m a horrible person. (Nah, I’m just really hard on myself.) However, I haven’t been to the gym all week (mainly because I hate doing laundry, and I ran out of gym clothes). I can do better.
You want more evidence of my failing? My minor is in Mandarin Chinese. I’ve been home for six weeks (seven?) and I’ve learned/memorized three new words in Chinese. Please, take your time. I’ll wait for the horror of that to sink in. See, if you think you’re the king of procrastination (Sorry queen. However you identify) You obviously haven’t met me yet. *Shakes your hand too vigorously with a creepy wide smile on my face.* “NICE TO MEET YOU!” (Let’s be real. I probably yell it because I’m awkward and don’t know how to have an inside voice.)
Well, there’s two things. I don’t feel like explaining further of how much I am failing right now.
SOOOOOOOOooooooo. What am I going to do? Probably watch more Supernatural.
As my good ‘ole six-year-old cousin would say: Nah, I’m just casting. (Har har.)
*You, my presumed audience, fold your arms and gives me a stare.* Fine, you’re right. I’ll go write. I’ll get things done. I’ll pull myself together. (Imagine that moment in Fruits Basket when Tohru is at work, and she raises her fists up and exclaims some long encouraging line about how she can take care of herself.)
Little Sister in the distance in a high-pitched voice: Fighting!