Things are going to get sticky, anyway

I didn't plan to take a vacation from my blog. Just kinda happened. Felt good. Things are changing rapidly in my life and I don't know how to write about them yet. Plus, let's face it: nothing else was big enough to overshadow my entry on Derek Trucks!

And it still isn't, but...

Leave it to a mouse to give you a kick in the pants. Or in the dress.

Recently I opened my closet to find a mouse had chewed some of my good dresses. I was pissed, and spent an afternoon ranting about it. But then I realized: there is a lesson here. This is only "bad" if I say so. Only "infuriating" if I say so. Maybe it just freakin' IS.

That little mouse was a Buddha in disguise. Because since then, I've been taking a pause when I feel overly emotional. Just a minute to say "Ok. I'm angry (sad, freaked, grievous, anxious, whatever). That's interesting." And in this moment, I can short-circuit the emotion so it doesn't take over. RADICAL! It just IS. So...where do I go from there?

Now this morning, I popped a small jar of honey...cue evil foreshadowing music...

into my purse to use for my cup of morning tea at a client's office. I put it in a plastic bag to avoid a honey meltdown.

BUT THAT SHIT DID NOT WORK! Got to the office to find the top of the jar had loosened and the bag broke, oozing sweet, golden goodness all over my stuff.

What's the lesson there? I'm just so sweet? More of the cosmic joke? Or is it...

You may try to control things but things are going to get sticky, anyway.