I had a mess up this morning.
It was such a rudimentary mistake, that I am still can’t believe it did it.
Perhaps I can blame distraction? I woke up this morning, opened my bedroom door, and walked down the hallway. I was tasked with the first chore of the day; coffee! It was with my first full breath in the hallway, that the distinct smell of smoke smacked me in the face. Why did my house smell like campfire?
In my half awake fog, my first thought was: “Please don’t let my house be on fire.” I got to the base of the hallway, perched at the landing of our half staircase and surveyed our entire main level living area. All appeared normal. I went into the kitchen, same; all was just how I left it the night before. This was unfortunate, since I left the kitchen messy.
I started the coffee. Now that I was more awake, the rational part of my brain kicked in. I checked my phone for air quality and any active fires nearby. Forest fire should have been my first and only thought for the campfire smell. It is the norm for our area, and it’s that time of year.
As the coffee was percolating, I had another crazy thought. I needed to post to Ice Baby Ministries. Man, that deadline snuck up on me. I did the internal date calculation; yep it is the 10th. Today is the day!
So like a good girl, that is just what I did. As I walked to the living room, with hot coffee in hand, it hit me!!! Today is the 10th. I knew that because I was very careful to make sure of that before posting. So what was the problem?… I don’t post on the 10th,; like never.
For the first time in four years, and well over 100 entries, I messed up. I stick to a very specific ironclad posting schedule: 3rd, 13th, 23rd. I couldn’t ‘unpost’ since it emails to all my subscribers. I am forever stuck with a random post on the 10th of the month.
A natural investigator, I had to continue to pry. Why did I make such a silly mistake? The conclusion I want to believe is that one of my mamas in cyber land must have really needed to read my “I Am Not” piece three days early. But the more probable conclusion is a simple mess up.
Mamas, life doesn’t always go exactly as planned.
God plans for our mess-ups, sometimes orchestrates our mess-ups, and definitely uses our mess-ups.
As I conclude our time together mamas, I have some good news! The sun is finally rising and I can definitively solve one morning mystery: we do indeed have an outside forest fire brewing. The blue sky is currently being held hostage by an unforgiving plume of smoke; much like I have been holding myself hostage for this morning’s mess up.
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