C is for Clutter

I am not a an orderly person.  At any given moment, there are numerous orphaned items waiting to be returned to their designated place in my home. It makes me crazy, most of the time. I spend time “organizing” and putting things away and for a day, occasionally two, there is peace in my world. But for the life of me, I have a difficult time with the maintenance.

There are numerous books, websites, and articles written for people like me. Heck, there’s even television shows dedicated to clearing out and cleaning up.  The intelligent person in me gets it. I completely understand the hows and whys. I just have an issue with the follow-up.

I hide behind the guise of being right-brain/left-brain. The image of an absent-minded professor with scattered papers everywhere keeps popping in my head. Most of the time I can find what I’m looking for, but then there are the ones that I can’t. I get pissed off and vow to put an end to this way of living. It never lasts very long.

For years, my motto has been: “Never Give Up” So, I’m not going to. I begin every new week (or day) with a PINK ATTITUDE and motivation.

Now, if I can just find that to do list so I can get started.

B is for Boo-Boos

Hello again. B originally was going to be for Birthdays; even had it all planned out. Funny thing, how plans sometimes run off the highway. However, I am the victim of my own Boo-Boos; not the ‘needs a band-aid’ kind but a blunder mistake, ‘OOPS, what did I do now’ kind.

BOO-BOO Number One:

This is a new site for me. I intentionally made it private so I could set everything up and ready for its April 1st debut. Joke on me. I got a very nice email from one of the challenge hosts on March 31st that my site wasn’t public, etc. What if they removed me from the challenge? What if I was going through all of this for nothing? Obviously, the site is live and all is well.

BOO-BOO Number Two:

Getting the site up and running included coming up with a header photo. I couldn’t think of one I had, so I went to a friend for help. Unfortunately, the themes I have tried it with required cropping out most of the photo. She wasn’t happy, I wasn’t happy. So, for now, I am using a photo of a piece of fabric. Still not happy.

BOO-BOO Number Three:

Part of this challenge is checking out other blogger’s posts. I really enjoy this part. Clicking around, getting lost in the blogging world. Then, I decided to get friendly and comment here and there.  Only there’s a choice to make. Pick a profile. Simple enough, right?  Not even close. No, I don’t want to use my Google profile, thank you very much. I want to use my WordPress profile so other bloggers can easily get to my site. Error message! Really! I am authorized to use that profile. Honest, it’s ME! Finally I get that worked out, only the site that pops up for others to see me IS NOT THIS SITE! I am about to pull my hair out. Quick fix: post a blog on the other site (not participating in said challenge)  with a link back to this site.

BOO-BOO Number Four:

Somehow, I have messed up how I can moderate comments on this blog. I can read them, cause I’m the super awesome site admin, but…..no one else can. Not exactly friendly. I will now stress over this and patiently wait for my tech guy, Jason, to pop up. He’s not really MY tech guy, just THE tech guy who came to my rescue last week. I’ve performed yet another work-around that I hope solves this issue. Please accept my apologizes if you are a real person with something to say and your much appreciated words do not show up.

Technological band-aids, but they will have to do for now.

A is for Adult

 

I am tired of being an adult, actually THE adult. The person everyone turns to when they can’t make a decision.  Growing up, I was one of the youngest. The youngest child, the younger of my cousins, and even one of the youngest kids in the neighborhood. There were some advantages, but not many. You never got a window seat in the car, got to pick what to watch on TV, or the first to ride the hand-me-down bike. But no one EVER asked you what you thought they should do.

I grew up into a practical, level-headed adult. Calm in a crisis; both professionally and personally. The one who could figure out anything. I’m that go-to person. I’ll admit, this was a role I once cherished. Heck, I stepped up and even over when I felt others were slacking. Looking back, I’ve come to the conclusion that our ability to handle different issues is directly related to those around us. The less others did, the more I did. The more I did, the less they did. Bottom line, I became an enabler.

I’m sure at some point, I needed the subconscious accolades that came with being that person. Not so much anymore. I’m tired of making decisions and being responsible, but I must admit, I really like the view from the window seat.

A-Z Challenge

APRIL-CALENDAR [2015]I have accepted the April A-Z Challenge of writing a blog (nearly) a day for the month of April. I had been thinking about starting another blog for a few months now and the April A-Z Challenge was just what I needed to push me over the edge. My hope is that after 30 posts in a short period of time, my voice will come shining through and I will know the path this blog will take. Feel free to hang around for that discovery and for what follows.

I have been saying, “Pink isn’t a color, it’s an attitude,” for a number of years now. This can take on many meanings and I encourage you to explore this on your own. Sometimes my attitude is akin to the ballet slippers of a 5 year old; the one who is most unhappy wearing a scratchy tutu (yes, they are indeed scratchy!) On other occasions, it is the perfect pink of the Breast Cancer ribbon; hopeful for a cure. And then there are my bold days of fuchsia. Hopefully, this blog will reflect all my shades of Pink.

Come back tomorrow to read my first A-Z post. Spoiler alert, the first topic starts with the letter A