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[twenty twenty-four day forty-eight]: he haz a comfort

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When it rains, it pours. I missed a few meetings last week due to work on the Neurodiversiverse – we were working through edits, and needed more time, and decided to extend our meeting, ultimately taking three and a half hours. But I had an afternoon meeting I was supposed to schedule – we hadn’t put it on the calendar yet, and were going to schedule it over email after my Neurodiversiverse meeting. But since that scheduling hadn’t happened yet, I didn’t see it on my calendar when we were deciding to extend the NDV meeting, and since that meeting didn’t end for several hours, I completely missed the window my colleague and I were planning to meet in.

What’s worse, I forgot what evening of the week it was, and completely spaced on the Vestry (church board) meeting scheduled for that night. I’ve added a recurring meeting for that, but the damage is done – and cascading. Since I missed that meeting, I missed the discussion at the Vestry meeting of when we were supposed to meet with the bishop – a retreat that I just found out is scheduled in just thirty minutes, when I had already booked this time to work on Neurodiversiverse edits, which are time urgent.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to be a cat.

However, I feel the need to point out that our capabilities often exceed our estimation of them. I was wondering how I was going to get everything done. Well, now, I am still going to get everything done – I’m just, somehow, going to do more than I thought I was capable of. Funny how that happens. We often imagine that we have less resources available to us than we do – this is an adaptive self-defense mechanism that keeps us from burning out. But it can make us feel that we can’t handle things – when we can.

-the Centaur

Pictured: a cat, in comfort. Actually Loki had a very terrible, no good, bad night as he wanted out around midnight, right when I went to bed, and was forced to sit on his warm heating pad, unable to get crunchies for SEVERAL HOURS while his human slept. Imagine the injustice! When FINALLY let in, Loki went to every bowl in the house in turn, sampling each one, before finally settling down to warm and fuzzy sleep.

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