Today’s menu was a bottomless buffet of emotional, financial, and physical self sabotage.
I sent the mayday text to my friend Joy, “loosing my marbles…the platter is tipping and they’re starting to roll…!”
Her instant reply, “let them roll, then pick up the ones you still want.”
Roll off, bitches! All of you!
I’m in control and will choose those of which I deem worthy of my energy and time.
As I rebalance the platter this evening after some marble puns and a giphy, I’m contemplating the ones to keep…
The shooter, obviously, quick spit and shine, ready to aim.
The “mibs” I’m gonna stick with 3, instead of the traditional 13, for clarity and focus purposes. And they’re scattered, no where close to being in a row.
BUT! Maybe it’s not the marbles. They could be insignificant. Perhaps it’s the playing field that needs to change…
Interesting fact! The National Marbles Tournament is an 4 day event that kids have been playing since 1922 winning college scholarships.
Knuckle down!
work in progress 