So, short story and one filled with a holy and happy ending…read more
My rooms a mess, self-induced, when One's focused on progress, usage of belongings is conscientiously exploited with NO discretion.
This is not the case, I abhorred uncleanliness and disorganization; so, for me and my situation, I can not do or complete a single task if my area for productivity is in need of organizing organization. I am clean and ordered strive-too-hard-for-perfection perfectionist; and I tried and have failed, functioning at my best when my life feels out of sorts.
I tried, trust me, but even sleep, my Dream Sheeps trip over the cluttered imaginings and I wake up more tired then the night previous.
Well, on my beautiful Sunday morning, I always attend the earliest mass, so I may experience the blessings from above throughout my WHoLE Sunday and practice retaining these feelings of spiritual elation throughout the rest of the week.
This did not happen this Sunday morning, instead, I am saddened panicked, as I glanced at my clock and notice my Dream Sheeps have knocked me out so badly I slept three hours after my alarm.
Well this all happen very quickly:
I roll out of bed, stub my toe on stacked books, they fall on my other foot (of course the edge of the book, the sharpest point of a hardback cover) causing me to "YELP," (the bad kind, unlike this great App), falling over near piles of laundry now strewn across my floor and flying in the air, and like a tree being chopped down for firewood while my arms frantically swims through the air, my back hits my Lazy Boy arm chair to guide my barely awake from sleeping head towards the ground.
Well, I think I am a ninja, so, while I am falling this is my INNER monologue, "well, this is what happens when I don't go to church on time, maybe I can roll out of it to limit and possibly PREVENT any and all damage, IM HUNGREE, it would be wrong to crave the "BODY of jESUS," I am going to hell for thinking that, but let's be real, the "Blood of Jesus," superb, oh I am still falling, I know I am late, but if I check Yelp, there should be other mass times, and my room has clean laundry apparently cause I did it and put it next to my bed, which is, I believe situated somewhere located where my landing should be, sooooo, WAIT, I tripped over that too?!? And some it's flying in the air still?!?! I know, I'll roll out of my fall and quickly land on my feet like a cat. Then get ready, brush my teeth, and apparently I want crackers... would Jesus be jealous? That's silly, but I'll get crackers and then wipe my car down and then WoOT Woot!!! Here I go,!"
I hit the ground and roll out right into my bedside table that is no longer in the same spot because I was rearranging my room, hit my head and land on the floor hard just as and while I am expelling my "Oof," my desk housing my other books, mechanical items, and apparently my lamp; they all wanted to join in on the pretty painful dog pile upon my person.
So, laying there.... I just Yelp this great church and disappointedly discover there's no Mass Times! I could not help to think, ". This is not my morning, exerting real effort I positively tell myself, "I really need to go to church it will allow me to laugh all this off and be grateful for all the MANY things that fell on me, and to pray that I continue to feel the pains of a sore but HEALTHY body that's been through my unconsciously rigged booby trapped room"
So, I give to wonderful YELP, all awhile, being generous to the fantastic church. Posted times of mass under photos.
Thanks for reading about how my room rearranging experience and progression is moving along. Keep Yelping and For any that care to message me, I am looking for a place that does amazing Savory Crepes!!!