Hitting The Reset Button

Cartoon of Lorraine using large hammer to hit reset button at top of a test your strength carnival gameMy, my, my – what a difference a week makes.

And throwing in the towel.

Admitting defeat and dropping some most of the balls being juggled provided immediate relief, and catapulted me halfway down the road to recovery.

Lots of naps, kitty purrs and guilt-free-take-‘er-easy until I felt more than better cleared the rest of the way.

Also can’t say enough about the healing power of making decisions instead of stewing about researching them to the nth degree.


The good thing about being dogged-tired is how low resistance goes.

The more tired you are, the less you can, and will deal with.

The filter for what you’ll give energy to becomes VERY fine.

What truly needs to get done is whittled, okay, let’s get real – rapidly stripped down to absolute bare bones, brass tacks basics.


Two things are always surprising –

First is the number of things that get tossed off the to-do list – and don’t return.

Where did they go?

Some are nowhere to be seen. Others retain their low priority.

Who cares?!

Why then, did they appear on the list in the first place?


Second is juggle creep.

Subtlety and stealth are its specialty.

Dealing with one more thing is met with “whatever” until suddenly too much is reached.

Unless you’re paying real close attention, the signs of juggle creeps past are easily missed.


Throwing in the towel is an opportunity, not a failure.

A perfect reset button to begin again.

The lesson then, is to press it much earlier.

Or better yet, hit reset on purpose on a regular basis – because … why not?

Hmmmmm …


For now I shall continue appreciating feeling well.

Something so taken for granted and not appreciated enough.


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Not quite a crazy cat lady (yet?) – Lorraine’s insatiable curiosity of life leads her to explore, question and push beyond the box. A self-professed “left-brained creative big picture idea” type, she has an intuitive knack for seeing possibility everywhere and in everyone, and is a moth-to-flame for being part of making that possibility come true.

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