Don't you jus' lov it when you have one 'uh those days where everything falls right into place an' works out even better than anything your imagination could come up with? Yeah, me too. That's the kinda' day I had on Sunday; perfect.
Friday... not so much. I'll spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say that Friday will not go down in history as one 'uh my favorites. I have learned that movin' furniture an' regroupin' an entire room, startin' at 10:30 at night is p'rhaps not the wisest thing to do when you know that Saturday is gonna' be filled with deadlines.
Alla' that was said so's I could tell you that I am grasshopper. On Sunday, I gave a talk in church an' it explained completely why I now realize that I am a grasshopper. I know that most of you are ants an' I am okay with that, but it is nice to finally know that I have found my place an' even grasshoppers are important in our society.
If you'd like to have a deeper unnerstandin' of the difference between ants an' grasshoppers, please read this article by Louise Plummer. She is also a grasshopper. The short version involves Aesop's Fable, The Grasshopper and the Ants. Basically, the ants are very much in control of each area of their lives, whilst the grasshoppers are more spur-of-the moment. I think you would really enjoy Louise Plummer's article an' I hope you'll click on the link to read it. For myself, I am finally comfortable with who I am. It has been shown to me that, in spite of the fact that I do things differently than the ants of the world, my kind of personality is still as necessary as those who are organized an' plan their lives well.
So, what are you? A grasshopper or an ant? Whichever you are, I'm sincerely thankful that you have chosen to be a part of my life.
I love trying new things. If it looks fun or inspirational or exciting or interesting, I'm anxious to know more about it.
Although I'm new at blogging, I'm certainly finding that it is one of the most intriguing ventures I have ever tried.
I love to create word puzzles and I love being home. If 'Home Is Where I Hang My Hat,' then all I have to do now is find my hat 'cause I know I hung it somewhere around here. A hat and a home; that's all I apparently need to be as happy as a lark. Since I don't know quite what the sound is that a lark makes, then I will just have to whistle a happy, 'Larky' tune.