A poem about the terror of swapping your wisdom for God's
I ran over here because the colours looked bright,
I clambered up the ropes because I wanted to be at the top;
I was so pleased with myself: Look at me! Look at how clever I am!
I chased after what I wanted and I got it too:
This was the life, all this pretty stuff.
Always immensely satisfying to get loads of jobs crossed off your list, isn't it? This morning has been super-productive, but I'm glad to be back in the warm; nice to be getting some feeling back in my fingers again.
I've not actually been getting things this morning, so much as taking them back. Nearly overdue library books back to the library and a pink plastic play palace that I bought on a whim for Kitty (an 'extra' Christmas present) back to the toy shop. (Silly, isn't it? You get your Christmas shopping all done, buying perfectly nice presents for everyone, then feel like you ought to get a few extras. It's almost as if through consumption we hope to guarantee a happy day and smiling faces.)
This week has been tougher, I think mainly due to hormones! I've definitely been craving sweet things more. It perhaps hasn't helped that I've run low on nuts and yoghurts so have only had biccies and fudge to turn to for snacks. I found myself baking biscuits the other day just so I could eat some dough, which is not at all unusual for me... so instead of eating hearty mouthfuls, I limited myself to a few tasters here and there and recorded it on my eating sheet as two biscuits' worth.