One Slender Thread

One slender thread...
Hardly noticeable, really.
That's all it takes for my life to begin to unravel.

It started with two or three dishes left in the sink overnight.  They were rinsed, almost clean.  It seemed a waste of water and dishwashing liquid to clean them.  But they were a symptom of and a catalyst for a downward spiral.  From Thursday to Monday, here's how my kitchen fell apart.

It seems silly that a couple of dishes left overnight in the sink could trigger a downward spiral.  But they were more like the proverbial last straw.  I got a little lost in the Thanksgiving holiday, I guess. (More below - don't know why there's such a large gap here.)

The other rooms remained in good shape.  But I was not.  I did not want to go to bed at night, a sign that I was headed downhill.  Missed a couple of blogs and didn't make any phone calls.  Friday and Sunday I stayed in my pajamas all day.  By Sunday, I was beginning to live in a fantasy world. 

I ran out of Thanksgiving leftovers, though, so it was time to cook today, and maybe that was a catalyst for making a change in direction.  The kitchen was not conducive for cooking!  Having group today was another factor that helped me to take action.  It calls me to accountability and gives structure to my days.  Those things helped me to get going and put things back in order. 

My original plan was to post before and after pictures on my blog.  But on reflection, I decided that would be part of an old pattern of presenting an "I'm OK" picture to the world.  I would admit to falling down, but only if I could demonstrate getting up again.  Well, I didn't take any after pictures.  I fell down, I admit it, and that's that. 

Now, go Saints!