F.F.F.T. - Care to join me...

I had another post planned today, but I ran out of time.

Period.

I told myself that once blogging became like homework, I was going to stop.

And since they have yet to develop a 12-step plan, I. can't. stop.

But then my guardian angel (see side bar bling) landed on my shoulder and whispered in my ear "fear not my little stressed-out one, I've given you a Mr. Linky blessing. Bring me your first post, and your deed will be done."

Deb, at Dirty Socks and Pizza, has requested that we re-post our "first." Well, since my first wasn't really all that good, kind of like my real "first," I went with my sixth.

Slut you say? No, just a comment whore, and I think this post might garner some this time around. I don't believe anyone else, besides myself, has read it.

I present: the post behind my screen name Eudea-Mamia. (originally posted August 24, 2008)


Eudaemonia: A Brief Encounter?

content: adj. 1 happy enough with what one has or is; not desiring something more or different; satisfied.


If I'd been born during the days of pioneers and expeditions, I would've gladly sent those wackos on their way. Left to me, we'd still call the Original 13 Colonies home, and a vacation to the West Coast would require a passport.

Lack of initiative?

I guess the answer depends on your point of view, but for me, I enjoy my scalp just where it resides, thank you very much.

It's not that I don't respect risk takers, and I even consider myself one on certain occasions. I do have two children after all - what offers more risk and adventure than that? However, I cannot be the only person who thinks Mount Everest climbers have a few screws loose?

Does that make me lazy or just not crazy?

I can rationalize my hesitancy in chasing what I consider virtually unobtainable goals; however, one question continues to weigh on my conscious - if I am so cool with how things are, why is it difficult for me to just completely embrace my "idleness," and revel in the fact that I have found my Greener Pasture?

Overall, I consider myself greatly blessed. (I type that last sentence while furiously knocking on my wooden desk.) I've had many challenges over the years, but what creature hasn't?

I try to remember that the bad days filled with tears eventually give way to better. When those good days do finally arrive, I'm able to greet them with a grateful heart. And if all this positive thinking fails, I have good friends who will belly up to the bar with me until I can see the fuzzy silver lining.

However, during a particularly down period, one such dear, faithful friend offered some well-meaning words - "God doesn't give you more than you can handle."

Oh really? Is that how is works?

That statement makes absolutely no sense to me.

If I completely accept where I have been planted and bloom accordingly, aren't I technically tempting fate, angering The Gods (of the Greek variety), dangling a carrot? This train of thought is how I now find myself living in a state of suspension. I completely expect another hurdle any day now because I've learned to handle what God has given me. Surely turning my life upside down, again, is on His "To Do" list because I've proven my ability to adapt and to thrive.

Then again, I imagine His "To Do" list is pretty long. Maybe I can dodge that other shoe (sandal?), at least for a little while.

So, it is with great trepidation that I take this first step down from my safe fence. I'm going to embrace this luscious field of green before me and leave all the worry, regret and compost behind.

I think.

Care to join me?




Curious about Eudaemonia? Click here if you want even more.

I hope it was good for you too.