Nana Renanalogies

So, you've probably been wondering -- where are all these great analogies, HUH, Nana....????!!?!?? Okay....get off my back. Here's one... In preparation for my recent WLS surgery, (and the subsequent Desmond-less state -- for those who don't know about Dez ....well, he deserves a post all his own!) I picked up some boredom-buster sorts of things. I knew I wouldn't be able to enjoy my studio, because it's been neglected too long and been the hazardous waste dump for all the OTHER rooms of the house.... You know how it goes.... "Hey, Honey (or Mama)....? What do you want me to do with THIS?" ....asked my some quasi-helpful loved one bearing a handful or an armful or a wheelbarrow-full of UFOs (Unidentifiable Frivolous Objects). To which the standards response is a "Put it in my studio.", neatly trimmed with bookend SIGHS. " Put it in my studio. " The first sign translates as "Why don't they ever JUST ONCE think what they ...

Ah, and once again I blog. See, this is part of what intimidated me before. I'm an "all or nothing" personality. I want to do something right, and to the utmost, and EVERY DAY or I don't think I'm doing it justice. They say it takes 17 days to form a habit -- or is it 21? I forget. Point is, all my 'habits' are BAD HABITS because each is a product of NOT doing what I should have been doing for 17 days straight. From making my bed to sticking to a diet to keeping a diary to BLOGGING. I don't think I've ever done anything for 17 straight days without flubbing it up, slacking off or shutting down -- except to eat, breathe and sleep, that is. It's not for lack of desire. Nor is it about commitment. It's about LIFE always seeming to get in the way. Like a child, I reward my exercise efforts by putting a smilie sticker on my calendar every day that I walk. In many, many, many past attempts, I get discouraged if there is a blank square o...