Had a good laugh this morning.
The first 90 minutes after getting out of bed consisted of:
~ taking Sick Cat’s blood glucose reading
~ calling the vet’s office at exactly 8:30am as pre-arranged at the end of Saturday’s last minute trip to the vet with Sick Cat
~ fed the cats their breakfast
~ dodged a variety in size and content of cat vomitory expulsions that happened while feeding said cats
~ spoke with the vet about today’s plan for dealing with Sick Cat
~ ran to the vet to get more meds
~ noted badly damaged (my guess, knifed) berm bags for reporting to the Town later
and that was all before breakfast.
And yet, I couldn’t have felt freer.
Maybe released is a better word.
The undercurrent of snarkiness that’s been discolouring everything lately was gone.
Inside felt clear.
Like the constant slogging against something not quite tangible had disappeared.
Shouldn’t the whirlwind of chaos add to the blanket of crud?
There’s always the “what’s truly important” factor.
Dealing with all things Sick Cat related took care of that.
Driving home made room for seeing another key factor.
Chaos offered up little space to
dwell on, feed give any attention to the source of frustrations.
If I wasn’t going to let go and move on by my own decision,
matters were going to take care of themselves.
Employing their in-your-face-dare-you-to-ignore-me-now sort of way they like to use.
Of course, the flurry of activity is always good for moving energy up and out.
Like stirring a what appears to be a cooled stock pot of soup.
There’s always more steam ready to rise once released from the depths within.
As this crazy day seeps into tomorrow, my appreciation for the unsung qualities of chaos shall continue too.
How often would you expect to say that!