Showing posts with label Clever Me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clever Me. Show all posts

Friday, March 21, 2014

20 Cart Pileup

March 21


20 CART PILEUP

“What’s the problem here?”  asks my sponsor, as she approaches my apparent impasse.
     “Well, I’ve been trying to get these carts lined up.  What do you think of my progress?”
     “How many carts do you have here?”
     “A few, quite a few.  Why?”
     “And how many horses?” She asks.
     “Just the one.  The same as everyone else,” I answer.
     “And where is this poor animal?”
     “Back there, behind the carts.”
     “Okay.  We have a two-fold problem here.  First, one horse can handle only one cart.  So, pick one.  Second, that sad creature needs to be in his proper position to do any good at all.  You had best figure out a way to get him in front or you will remain stuck even after you whittle down your burden.”
     I was stunned.  She went to her cart, climbed to the seat and took up the reins. 
     “How long did it take you to get yours like that?” I asked.
     “Honey, it takes every day.  Don’t kid yourself.  I wake up every morning with the same train wreck you're standing in now.  Learn to sort faster and you’ll have the rest of today.  You can start over with the rest of us tomorrow.”



Sip the bitter, drink the sweet.
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Clever Me

I am clever, I am so clever,
everyone knows it and I know it, too.
So, why do I get slam stuck
on the very simple things
required to keep my life running smoothly?

I know what needs to be done,
yet have no clue as to how to accomplish
these threads of minutia.
I stall; panic, plod, pout.

When I do force myself to do it
I end up creating either a new pile
of impossible incidentals
or some anticlimactic end,
but secret solutions are as of yet undiscovered.

The whip, the lash and the club avail nothing
though sweet enticements do no better.
I pray, “Dear God please help me!”
but this has no point, I don’t want the help,
I am afraid of the help.

I am afraid of the change
and of course who wouldn’t be?
Beyond here lay someone I don’t know,
someone I only fear,
beyond here lay the fearless me
and I am clever enough to be afraid of her.



You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

Friday, March 22, 2013

Clever Me


March 22

Clever Me

I am clever, I am so clever, everyone knows it and I know it, too.  So, why do I get slam stuck on the very simple things required to keep my life running smoothly?  I know what needs to be done, yet have no clue as to how to accomplish these threads of minutia.  I stall; panic, plod, pout.  When I do force myself to do it I end up creating either a new pile of impossible incidentals or some anticlimactic end, but secret solutions are as of yet undiscovered.  The whip, the lash and the club avail nothing though sweet enticements do no better.  I pray, “Dear G-d please help me!” but this has no point, I don’t want the help, I am afraid of the help, I am afraid of the change and of course who wouldn’t be?   Beyond here lay someone I don’t know, someone I only fear, beyond here lay the fearless me and I am clever enough to be afraid of her.



Fill the potholes in your thinking



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THE PROCESS

The mountains don't wash away like sandcastles
The amount of persistence required is far greater.
Acorns don't work like sunflowers
Not everything is instant gratification.

Marathons aren't run in seconds
If you don't love the whole adventure, pick a smaller goal
There is no shame in sunflowers or sandcastles or microwave popcorn
As long as you want it and hold it in esteem

Time-consuming, life-consuming journeys
Have a high price in boredom
And are not worth the consumption
If that is not where your heart leads you

You don't have to love washing the pans
To be a good baker
But it helps
Peace is in the process.


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Clever Me

March 22

Clever Me

I am clever, I am so clever, everyone knows it and I know it, too. So, why do I get slam stuck on the very simple things required to keep my life running smoothly? I know what needs to be done, yet have no clue as to how to accomplish these threads of minutia. I stall; panic, plod, pout. When I do force myself to do it I end up creating either a new pile of impossible incidentals or some anticlimactic end, but secret solutions are as of yet undiscovered. The whip, the lash and the club avail nothing though sweet enticements do no better. I pray, “Dear G-d please help me!” but this has no point, I don’t want the help, I am afraid of the help, I am afraid of the change and of course who wouldn’t be? Beyond here lay someone I don’t know, someone I only fear, beyond here lay the fearless me and I am clever enough to be afraid of her.

Fill the potholes in your thinking

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THE PROCESS

The mountains don't wash away like sandcastles
The amount of persistence required is far greater.
Acorns don't work like sunflowers
Not everything is instant gratification.

Marathons aren't run in seconds
If you don't love the whole adventure, pick a smaller goal
There is no shame in sunflowers or sandcastles or microwave popcorn
As long as you want it and hold it in esteem

Time-consuming, life-consuming journeys
Have a high price in boredom
And are not worth the consumption
If that is not where your heart leads you

You don't have to love washing the pans
To be a good baker
But it helps
Peace is in the process.