The Rushed Feeling

I was a bit frazzled this morning. We had our bimonthly company meeting this morning at 8:15. I had intended to get here early, around 7:30, to avoid feeling rushed. The alarm woke me up at 6:10 and I reached over and pressed snooze. A little while later, I woke up again. Do you know that feeling when you wake up and know something is not quite right. Sure enough, I rolled over and saw 7:23 on the clock. I had pressed sleep instead of snooze! "Oh fuck," I groaned. Nevertheless, I had some orange juice, took a quick shower, got dressed, and made it here by 8. I did not avoide the rushed feeling.
And to top it off, I left the house wearing a t-shirt and flip-flops and now it's raining.

2004--The Year of Me
I've declared that every year for the past few years, but I mean it this time (I say that every year too.) I am devoted to calendars. As much as I tell myself not to plan ahead so much and be more spontaneous, live in the now, etc., I still just spent an hour making a little calendar and filling in all the dates. I'm a geek. Ok. But it gets me jazzed up thinking about all the possible goodness to come - all the fun things I can do, all the experiences I can.... experience. And as is becoming crystal clear, I am devoted to (or enslaved by) lists - of all kinds. Perhaps I will narrow my list down to just one item this year: enjoy.