Kryptonite

I bow down to the power of the calendar. I do. You are my Kryptonite. You are my weakness and I humbly acknowledge that fact. I don’t deny it. I don’t try to fight it. I know. I made a mistake. I confidently filled you, dear calendar, with all of my important information. All of my plans for the near future. All of my hopes and dreams for the coming weeks, I unabashedly gave to you, blindly and hopefully. You had stayed with me for so long. You were my robin, my girl Friday (get it… calendar, Friday…), my great sidekick. You were there. You were true blue. You were reliable.

Can we get together Saturday for dinner?
OH, let me check my calendar…
Can you present a writing session next Thursday?
Oh, I am pretty sure but let me check my calendar…
You were right by my side.
And then you weren’t… and my world changed.

It was a pretty sudden thing actually. One minute I was marking in you, giving you more of my plans for the future as I always do, and next thing I knew, you were gone.
And like a flash, as if lightning had struck, my world was changed.
I was dumb. My brain was gone. I was lost.

BT: What are we doing next weekend?
Me: uh, I don’t know… uh, (drool)

It was like I was walking in a fog. I was half there. Like that feeling you get when you drink too much Nyquil… I couldn’t shake it.
What was wrong with me? Not enough sleep? Not enough vegetables? Not enough vitamins? I tried them all. But you calendar, you knew my real weakness… you knew what would get to me more than anything else. You knew this couldn’t be solved with echinatia.
You knew.
I even tried to recreate you. Called people, borrowed their brains for a while, used their memories. It worked for a little while, but in the back of my mind, I knew it was inferior substitute compared to you and your powers.

You must have felt sorry for me, beloved calendar, because you showed up.
I couldn’t have been happier! I instantly felt myself get smarter.
I instantly felt the fog lift.
I know now. I will not be so careless.
So I bow down to you my dear calendar. You rock. You are the bee’s knees.
Thanks for coming back.
My family thanks you. My brain especially thanks you.
Now, can you help me find my keys?

Letter to God

Hey God.
Yeah it is me again. I've been talking to you a lot lately.
I just wanted to say thanks for some stuff if you don't mind.
Thanks first of all for my family. They so rock my world. I got my independence and my stubbornness from my parents. They can argue about which side of the family...
Thanks for BT and Annie.
I like that they are beside me every night in bed.
That makes me feel pretty warm and cozy and safe even if they are snoring like crazy.

Thanks for my friendship with that hughman. Between him and BT, I laugh like nobody's business these days.
Thanks for Polly... without her, that hugh would be a little lost in the world.
Thanks for my friends. I totally love that they are there and know little secrets about me. (even if they give me a hard time about having a pony)
Thanks for pirates. period.
Thanks for prayer and the way you give us a direct line to you. No long distance charges! No need for expensive internet! Wow. Totally cool.
You rock God.
Thanks for teenagers and the chance to show them Your Love and Grace this weekend and every weekend.
Thanks for life and love and passion.

Oh, and thanks for being you.
Yeah God.
Keep doing what you are doing.

Love,
Me