The Clock is Ticking

I was asked again last night why I still live and work in my small town. Really, at 20,000+, it's not a "small" town, but it has that feel for me. And you know, it's home.

I agree, sometimes you've got leave home to appreciate what's there, sometimes in order to find yourself. But there's 2 songs out on the radio right now that are very much speaking to me. The first is Miranda Lambert's "The House That Built Me."



I mentioned in the post for Sunday Scribblings, that I'm feeling a birth of newness in myself. As I laid in bed last night, radio going softly, I realized that it's so much more than that. I'm coming back to myself. I'm not pushing myself away from who I am anymore. Trying to be bigger and better, when I really just need to be little ol' me. Lady Antebellum's "American Honey" reminds me of that.




I'm digging Zac Brown Band's "Free" right now, too. The feel of the video is just one take on the song. For me, it's an affirmation of where I am right now--on the verge, but ever so free.

My first Friday Five in months is brought to you by the letters O, M, & G.  (Please tell me you get it. *grin*)

Oh...and Jan.

Jan says...

As I opened up my computer this morning, I directly went to my blog and RevGals to see what the newest Friday Five would be! Nothing was here, which seemed odd. Then I went to look at the calendar and counted the Fridays, and it is the THIRD Friday! How did that happen so quickly? It's my turn, so here's a quickie:

1. Do you tend to be a late person or one who is timely, arriving on time or earlier?
Depends on the situation and what's going on. I despise tardiness, but often find myself running at least a couple minutes behind. I do much prefer to be early.

2. Have you forgotten anything of importance lately?
Promising to call a friend who needed a little extra love. I know it hurt her, and it wasn't my usual behavior.
3. Is procrastination your inclination? Why or why not?
Yes, it is. Sigh. I'll put off anything to take a nap or to read a book or do ANYTHING else sometimes. I like to think it's because at work I absolutely refuse to procrastinate. I just want to get everything done. But at home....kitchens are self-cleaning, right?

4. Do you like schedules or spontaneity? Which works best for you?
Again, depends on the situation. If it's something that must be done or gotten to, schedules work for me. If all the responsibilities are met, then I like spontaneity.

5. How do you stay on track with the various things you need to, people you must meet, etc., etc.?
"On the 42 millionth day, God created the iPhone." My precious phone, Phoebe, is always in my hand or on my hip. Always. I found a great app that syncs with my Google calendar and I can create an alarm in. Plus, the Google calendar is set up to send me a daily agenda. The only thing I do not schedule is worship and prayer. Those just happen.

BONUS: Whatever comes to mind about forgetfulness or lateness.
I had a teacher with an adage that seems to have taken on a life of its own with his former students and co-workers.

To be early is to be on time.
To be on time is to be late.
To be late is to be wrong.

Granted he was proving a point about getting to rehearsal on time, but who ever wants to be wrong on a regular basis? Every time I'm running behind or I'm waiting on someone who is, I can hear him saying that to us. Every time.

For more musings about running late, check out today's Friday Five at RevGalBlogPals.

I've heard for years about this concept of "sleeping in."  My first thought is always "in what?" Your bed? new pajamas? Socks (in bed, really? YUCK!)? A bowl of spaghetti? WHAT are you sleeping in?

Then the person will clarify--"I just love leaving the alarm clock off and getting extra sleep." OOOOOH, gotcha.

No, actually, I don't. I would love to sleep late. Hell, most nights I'd just love to sleep. But sleeping in would be good too. My plans to sleep in are always thwarted though. Sometimes my internal clock just says "get up." Sometimes there's just too much on my plate to sleep in. Other times, wakefulness comes in the form of a still, small....nose in my neck from a little dog who needs to potty NOW. The WonderDog's internal alarm is more finely tuned than mine. Maybe I need to replace the battery in mine. Oh wait, that's why I drink coffee. *grin*

Anyway, was up and moving at 6 this morning. I've given The WonderDog his morning constitutional, made coffee, watched the weather, and watered all my new plants. (Does anyone have any idea why my firebush is looking so peak-ed? Seriously..comment. I've been watering like the guide said to and it's just not happy.) Thought I'd get online and be the first commenter for the Friday Five at RevGalBlogPals, but I'm apparently up before that crew this morning. They, obviously, can sleep in when they want to.

As I sit here at my desk in my still new office (two weeks new), I'm watching the morning pilgrimage to the coffee house. My house is conveniently located at the other end of the shared alley. This is dangerous for me, but so far I've limited myself to two visits since moving in. Though I did borrow their patio for a little quiet Sunday afternoon. I've gotten to where I recognize the cars coming by, the regulars. It's nice to feel like there's a routine out there, even if it's not mine.

The WonderDog is nestled in my lap, I'm on cup of coffee number 2, and a glance at the clock tells me that I'm already behind schedule for my shower, seeing as how I have to drive into the Big City today to visit my doctors. Ah, well, there will be a break in there to do a little musing and grab a cup of coffee. I'm already trying to scope out a park in my brain, or a bookstore with a quiet corner for my in between times today.

Enjoy your Friday--when you finally get up this morning. *wink*