This is Peanut Butter Brickle. There’s a lot of things that can go wrong in a day. Any day. I know that. You know that. Seemed like a lot was going not right yesterday.
We don’t have many days left before we leave on that jet plane. And there is so much to do. So when one domino falls down, they all fall down. It takes awhile to pick them up.
I’m saying that both persons have a lot on their plate besides spaghetti. In fact, they had chili yesterday.
Girl Person tried to talk herself out of getting her hair done a million times yesterday. But there were no more days for her to do it. And so she went. But she went with a lot on her mind. And she was so tired that she almost fell asleep in the shampoo bowl.
Until the hairstylist started picking thru her hair. Real. Slow. Real. Picky. And a million thoughts besides Italy ran thru her head. And maybe on it.
You see, there are a lot of ticks here in this Georgia place. And I mean a lot. They get in our fur. Our ears. Our feet. And even on the persons. There hasn’t been a day that a tick doesn’t get on us all.
And while her head was in that shampoo bowl, all could think of was what if a tick was in her hair?! What if the stylist was about to scream? What if a tick fell in that shampoo bowl? And worse yet, what if it wouldn’t come out?! The stylist kept picking. Picking away. No words. Only the sound of 80s rock in the background.
Girl Person knew she shouldn’t have come to the salon. She didn’t belong there. She should have just worked on more papers. And yet, here she was with a big tick on her head. Or more. And the stylist just kept picking away.
Girl Person finally couldn’t take the picking any more. She opened her mouth to ask what was happening. And just before she got the words out, the stylist said, “oh, one of your pieces of hair got lighter. Just trying to tone it up.”
And Girl Person was relieved. Kind of.
You see, Girl Person has a habit of making problems when there aren’t any. Or thinking a problem is bigger. Or simply freaking out. And all of her problems right now seemed like a big tick on her head. But she knew it was more than that. All of the problems weren’t as bad as she was making them. Or even impossible. She was going to have to stop worrying about the what if’s that could go wrong and keep on the course. To keep on doing all she could to get everything done. To stop worrying shout a giant tick on her head that wasn’t there. Yet.
Many things can go wrong. But many things can go right.
We can sabotage ourselves with negative thoughts that are as harmful as ticks. So pull it together. And stop picking yourself apart. Spend that energy to get done what you need to get done. Now do it.
–Peanut Butter Brickle
