Everyone gets calls for someone.

Well, I get calls for Trinity.

*feels split in three*

I suppose it could be a lot worse. At least the doctrine is sound!

Anne of Green Gables once reflected:

I’m not a bit changed–not really. I’m only just pruned down and branched out. The real ME–back here–is just the same.

That is most certainly not how I feel right now.

I feel like I’ve been busy learning how to be not-me. I’ve done this and that and the next thing, but when I stand back and look I feel as if I’ve not done anything. Well, nothing that Me would do. And everything that Me doesn’t do.

Or maybe its just that I’m not overly keen on the pruning process. Well, it sounds painful for starters! And it takes bits of you away from you. Which is ok, provided the right “bad bits” get taken away.

But actually, I think pruning was last week… this week is branching out… and currently I’m a wilderness…

Instead of being useful, knuckling down and getting on with fixing the worlds problems, I’ve allowed myself to stop. Too busy getting distracted … and then distracted from my distractions and then needing a break from it all cos there was too much thoughts making my head space all cluttered.

And all along, there was that slice of outer-Motholoway that needed their earth-split all sewn up, and the children in Fricania needed a new supply of loving motherness.

Ah well, as Anne also put it:

Tomorrow is always new with no mistakes in it… yet

Ps: Hehe, I have this feeling I’m going to be laughed at!