Jessica Kelso

What is with today? Before noon I had already made more blunders then I usually do in a whole day. I’m sure it has to do with being the middle of the week, but I just can’t seem to snap out of this funk. I woke up in plenty of time to have a good head start on my always running behind-not enough cup holders for cereal, coffee, and OJ in the car-killed the Volkswagen battery, had to take the Volvo-rush. I showed up to work at 8:13. That’s my story for the past week or so. I was at the grocery store last night and I felt like everything and everyone was moving in slow motion. As frustrated as I was, I think I finally started to see that it’s not everyone else. It’s me. I’m going too fast. I can’t explain why I’ve been so busy lately. . . I just have. Maybe I don’t have THAT much to do. . . all those things just have to be done perfectly. Little, simple, day to day responsibilities. I like to call them responsibilities over tasks because tasks just don’t feel as grown up-ish to me. Anyway, at the store I bought a new cereal. I eat a lot of whole wheat things, but I’ve been feeling like I need more fiber in the AM, so I bought All Bran EXTRA Fiber. 50% of your daily recommended intake. Much healthier then the Honey Nut Cheerios I had been consuming the past week (but not nearly as good!).

In my morning mad rush to actually be on time, I set my cereal ON THE SEAT in the car since my cup holders were busy doing their job holding my coffee and OJ nicely. I got out to grab my ipod from the VW (knowing how much worse my morning could have been without tunes in the car), got back in and started backing out completely oblivious to my Bran Flakes still sitting in my passenger seat. It was a big fiber-tastic mess. Typing this story out also tells me I need to slow down. Eating cereal in a manual driven car probably isn’t the safest thing in the world. For once in my life I was thankful for my never been diagnosed, but am fully convinced I’m lactose intolerant, belly. Soy milk doesn’t smell anything like regular milk when it’s spilled and left to sit until you have something more then a paper towel from the bathroom at work to clean it up with.

So here’s to hoping that I don’t continue my day in this streak. Wish me luck!