Was I ever in a hurry this morning.

It felt like one of those days, when I had 93 things of my “TO DO” list, well before 8 a.m.

I started churning at 5:30 on this morning, as with every new born day.  The first priorities are dog-chores and coffee construction.  After the coffee, the rest of it falls in line.

By 7 a.m. I was headed out to the Chickens.  Yes, to clean up chicken poop, and feed those poop-ers more food, in order for them to poop again.  And we go full cycle.  Round and round.

As I bopped out the door, I could tell the sunrise was going to be amazing, again, today.  “I should shoot it,” I thought.  “No time,” I argued back in my head.  “Kronenberger, MAKE time.  Go back in there and get your camera!”…I retorted.  And…. when I call myself Kronenberger in my head… it is serious business.

So. I took off my Chicken Boots, went back in the house, and got my camera.  I bent over to retrieve it from the fireplace hearth in the living room.  When I righted myself, I rammed my skull directly into the underside of the mantle.  I about knocked myself bluto.

“Great.  Stop and shoot the sunrise… and look what you get.  A knot on the back of your head, and a throbbing headache.”

Whhhhaaaaaat is the lesson there?

A couple of hours later, I recounted the story to Mary.  And asked the same question.  Now… What the heck is the lesson THERE?

She said no one was giving me a lesson.  I just needed to be more mindful.

Now what kind of bunk is that?  Of course someone was giving me lesson. There HAD to be something completely profound there….  a great message from the tickity-tockity of the Universe…. … something….

I’m lllliiiiisssssttennnnninnnnggggg……

“Polly. You are a helpless, mindless, klutz.”

And so it goes.

You can never regret anything you do in life. You kind of have to learn the lesson from whatever the experience is and take it with you on your journey forward.
  –Aubrey O’Day

The lesson is that you can still make mistakes and be forgiven.
— Robert Downey, Jr.

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.
— Marcus Aurelius