I took a handful of dog pills the other day- but only because I was distracted. How could this happen? Simple. I am a volunteer-a-holic. I am on the board of the PRT, the Community Garden, KPUP and the Creative Arts Association. I work two jobs, sometimes three if you count the family farm. I write for the paper (if you haven’t noticed) and if that isn’t enough, I make wedding cakes on the side. I am also “in training” for two 5k runs. This simply means I have given up my daily dose of peanut M&M’s. (For now)
If I’m not fundraising for the radio station, I’m at some sort of meeting at least once a week. Sometimes I find myself running to back-to-back meetings all on the same day. It’s tricky, but somehow it always works out.
I often have dreams where I am running. I guess I’m saving time by running in my sleep. I’m in too deep. That being said, I couldn’t imagine giving any of it up.
So back to the dog pills. I was in the middle of giving my ailing dog some pain pills when my phone rang- newspaper business. As I chit-chatted away, pills in my hand, something happened and I just tossed the pills in my mouth and swallowed. Right away I froze, realizing what I had done. I still finished my conversation, hung up and panic set in. The worst part was I had to be at yet another meeting and I didn’t want to go all hopped up on dog pills. I did the only logical thing I could do. I won’t go into details but it involved me in the bathroom and a pretty strong gag reflex.
This was my “aha” moment. I am way too distracted. I have way too many things going on. I really do need to make a change. When Zach came home from work I told him what I had done expecting him to say something about my constant state of distraction. He simply said, “You’re too used to taking pills.” Well if that’s the case I can cut down on the flax oil. I can always count on Zach to ignore the big picture, which in the long run suits me just fine. Who else is going to sell the beer, wine, T-shirts and eggplants in this town?