Saturday, March 21, 2009

List of Things that Would Mean ABSOLUTELY NOTHING...if....



The list of things that would mean absolutely nothing if....

I can't find the wrestling forms that I need to send back for Bryant. I haven't balanced my checkbook in forever, good thing I have a darling husband to do that.  Should I join Netflix again? I'm scared to join the PTO but really I should. I am afraid if I join the PTO I would offend the rich, do-gooder, pms'n snobby parents with my all to casaul, not so rich attitude. Will I or won't I make the full-time pick for Metro on the next round? I really need to make the fulltime pick. Will the the next full time pick be in June or August or will I have to wait till January? I have 300 perfect lines to type, that means no backspacing to fix errors for my typing class, did I mention I hate typing?  I will not pay $25 for a bottle of jelly beans disguised as children's vitamins, eve if they are organic.  I never have enough time to myself, I'm going crazy with these people. Do people talk behind my back? I want to go to DisneyWorld, again.  Why does James have to insist on being so anal retentive with so many things and then end up sending the wrong very expensive tuperware steamer back to the company? Why couldn't he have just waited for his very relaxed, wait till everything passes, it will get done someday wife to send it back because then..it would have been done right?  I used plastic bages yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, dang it...so shoot me.  Did I remember to record Survivor t his week? Oh' wait it wasn't on because of some stupid basketball game.  I really have to go to that birthday party?  Will my children grow up to think I'm horrible? Am I really the worst mom ever?  I really did want to buy that sweet lil' purple jacket today, it would be so versatile.....

This is a partial list of things that would mean absolutely nothing if I were riding in a taxi cab with my husband on the way to the airport and we smashed head-on into a truck.

Every stress, every trigger, every judgment, every anxious thought, would explode in a cloud of papers and shoes and toothbrushes and flutter lazily down to rest on the highway in an eerie calm until the street sweeper pushed it away into the landfill of Things That Really Don't Matter. Just like that.

We are all, each one of us, at every turn, an instant away from profound change. Every moment counts, it really does.

Things that do matter: Love. James. My children. My good friends. My home.  My mom and dad.  My family. Sunshine.
What's on your list?

Think about it and let me know....
 
Love, Gala

We all have a little voice inside us that tells us if we're doing something decent or not,
something loving, something sharing, something giving,
but sometimes we have a lot of chatter in our lives.
That's why we need to learn to be quiet and listen.
(-Christopher Reeve)

2 comments:

Rose Adoption Journey said...

Jesus
Character
My husband
My children
My family
Sunshiny days
Being Kind to others

Brenda said...

Jesus
sharing love with:
Husband
children
family
friends
an attitude of gratitude