Ever have days that you want to eat everything?
Like you want to order TWO butter croissant to go with your triple grande latte. I mean two croissants? Really?
Right now, I’m thinking about ordering another one because I devoured the first one. I’m patiently waiting in my office, which is Starbucks, for my creative cells in my brain to kick in so I can send a draft to my editor, Mary Beth, to “clean it up” a bit.
Or, I can bag my writing all together for today and go across the street to McDonald’s and order a Big Mac with cheese, super-sized greasy fries, and a large Diet Coke.
I could go to the pizza joint next door and get a glass of wine, but it’s a bit early for Merlot.
When I have this need to eat everything in sight, I know it’s not about what to eat.
It’s what’s eating me that is the problem.
See, I know all about my moods and my particular frame of mind and body because of all my self love, self talk, self-help books, meditation tapes, yoga retreats, silent retreats, and ten years of therapy.
Well, I might as well share with you what is eating me.
First, Ralph, my son in New York, quit his full-time job at a talent agency. A job he said he really wanted. I don’t understand these young ones. Why can’t he work there for 50 years and then retire with his bulging 401k folder and retirement gift of a nice watch? But, he tells me he is confused. “I’m 50,” I tell him. “And, I’m as confused as ever!”
Second, the other day, I received pictures of Napoleon going to the zoo with his mom Ruth and other grandma. I felt jealous of the other grandma. She gets to be with him more than me. She gets to hold him and squeeze his fat cheeks. Napoleon’s parents tell me he is so big! At 15 months, he weighs 32 pounds. He is bigger and stronger than his nanny.
Now, if he was here, I wouldn’t be at Starbucks on the pity pot, crying over what I don’t have. Napoleon and I would be at McDonald’s and ordering two HAPPY MEALS. And being satisfied.
Third, last weekend my real estate agent and I went to see a condo. I fretted for days if we should make an offer on the condo. Entering the condo, I felt a positive vibe as I admired the open floor plan and big windows. It totally had feng shui going on. But, there was one glitch.
My Old Wise One was out of town. I can’t make an offer without Old Wise One. He is the yin to my yang.
I fretted over the condo and lost sleep. Finally I said, “Lola, if you are going to fret it should be over something major like not having running water or money to fix your car.”
Ohhh . . . but this condo, it was close to perfection with its brown and dark green granite tiles in the kitchen, view of the city, and its cherry hardwood floors . . . except we needed to partition a section off the living room so we can make a tiny office. Then, I came to my senses.
Part 2 tomorrow