If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading. Lao Tzu

Breakfast today. Dave's Boomin' Berry Bagels slathered with butter and sprinkled liberally with cinnamon sugar, then toasted 'til the sugar caramelizes. Plus a mocha, because it's Saturday and I woke up with a headache. I just didn't think my Green Dragon Oolong would get it done today.

No, I don't think I'll be blogging my breakfast on a daily basis. I hope I come up with something better to blog about than that! But as I was scrolling through the archives of this pitiful, barely-there-blog, I realized that my posts are sorely lacking photos, and blogging is all about the photos these days.

So have some food porn in the meantime (seriously, a cinnamon-sugared and toasted Dave's Bagel is like a cinnamon-roll shortcut, they're that good). While you're scrambling to find something as tasty, I'm using the rest of this post to do my daily 5 minutes of freewriting.

Who or what causes changes in my life?

The entropy fairies I live with, of course. Though I will say, sometimes it seems like my life doesn't really change much, and I think that may be one of the problems I will run into in trying to blog. I've become a hermit over the last 20 years. I like my little sanctuary out in the middle of nowhere. I detest driving (partially because of a lack of peripheral vision in my left eye and too many intersections that are constructed at angles where I can't see cars to my left unless I literally turn my head about 90 degrees.

By entropy fairies I mean my children, and my husband, and my dogs. But I don't really think they change my life in the way that this prompt is supposed to mean. I'm not really sure I could name someone that causes me to change the way I think or behave. I couldn't even say if that is a good thing, or a bad thing. I guess it means I'm pretty set in my ways. Though I do spend a lot of my time reacting to the people in my life, if that makes sense. I know I should be more proactive, but I tend to be reactive instead, reacting to the mess in the kitchen or the bill for the toilet that we had to replace two months ago or the fact that my husband wants to bring home yet another car.

No, really.

We already had 4 automobiles. That doesn't include the herd of motorcycles that lives out past his mancave/shop. I'm glad he and the boys have a hobby...I just wish it was a little neater and a little less expensive.

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I can find peace in my life if...

I'm not sure how to answer that. Sometimes I think that peace in my life would result from sending everyone away for just a couple of days! No more "Mom, what's for supper?" (seriously, why do they need to know that in advance? am I the only person who is aggravated by that question every single day???) I'd probably have to send the dogs away too because there would be no one left in the house to let them out besides me and they do the potty-pace on an hourly basis if they are indoors.

Other times I think just a little organization would bring peace to my life. And I have this thought much more often than I do the other thought, fortunately. I've tried some organizational systems (Flylady, anyone?) and I do well with them for a few days, weeks if I'm lucky or on a roll, (just like meal-planning or dieting or studying-to-better-myself), but then inevitably something happens that throw a monkey-wrench in the machinery - I get sick, or some catastrophe befalls someone (probably not a catastrophe but something that seems like one at the time) or Aunt Flo comes for a visit and generally leaves me feeling grumpy and out of sorts and sends me hiding in the bedroom with the shades pulled down and the covers over my head.

Guess what the youngest child just asked?? Have we decided on dinner? Really, I don't get it. Mabe I"m just too old to remember whether or not I asked that question on a daily basis. My Dad still asks my mom every day "what's for chow" and sometimes I wonder that she hasn't strangled him yet.

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