The Swandive

confession

in the spirit of postsecret.

its presidents day, and i have the day off. i have gotten out of bed to get coffee, go to the bathroom, and to retrieve my computer. my to do list is a thousand miles long. someone has become rather snarky with me because i don't have the wedding thank you cards done. there is laundry, bills, work I brought home, inviting people to something i really believe in, job hunting (or convincing a few key people that they need me to work for them), shopping for and hosting a dinner tonight, and a gaggle of other things i could / should be doing today.

intstead, i'm in my ridiculous purple plaid robe, reading (blogs, my book, the want ads, L Word gossip, and other non productive surfing), napping and loving my kitten.

a little (daily) help from my friends

I just subscribed to getting a daily email a few weeks ago. My email box had been the dumping ground of much spam (and other various lists of "spiritual" junk) in the past - I had to unsubscribe to many things for a while. I am now down to just a few. Anyway, the one I get daily now is called verse and voice. It's from Sojourners. If you don't know them, check em', yo. Here is todays voice.

How much longer am I going to think about my hair more often than about things in the world that matter?

- Anne Lamott
from "Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith"

*wink wink and a nod to my great conversation with Sarcastic Lutheran today *