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Butterflies and Bags of Kittens

So I have spent the last month and a bit at my oasis in Gimli, working on figuring out who I am and what I am all about. Well, I have to say, having this time to myself has been somewhat of a blessing in disguise as I have learned a lot about myself. Some of it not so surprising, but some of it, well let’s just say, now I know where Rachel gets it from.

I had this plan in my head that I was going to write and share as the thoughts came to me. When I started, the ideas were flowing like crazy, I would have concepts popping up while I was driving, while I was cleaning, and when I was in the shower. They were spilling over, like at the edge of a waterfall. I had to start a list so I wouldn’t forget. Plus, I also wanted to write about new experiences as I had them, which during COVID-19, there aren’t many.

Anyhow, I would start writing, and something would come up, so that got put on hold. Then something else would happen. So I’d begin writing about that, and I’d go see if I could find the pictures to go with it. I would get sidetracked by looking for photos, ultimately not finishing the story. Then another thing would come up, and I’d start to write about that, and someone would show up, or I’d have to go somewhere, so my writing would be put on pause, and so on and so forth.

I also have two side businesses. So some days, I’d be working on doing business stuff. I love looking for new creative post ideas and learning about products, and most of all, I love learning new things in general.

Then I’d realize I hadn’t posted any stories for a few days. Oh, my goodness! Who wants to read a blog from a person that can’t even be organized enough to schedule regular postings? And who wants to purchase products from a person who can’t keep up on the latest events from their company? And they aren’t even working their day job right now? I mean seriously, dude, get your crap together!

This picture of my living room, right now, sums up what my brain currently and most of the time looks like. Or as Eric would put it, “a bag of kittens.”

Each of those boxes represents one part of my life, some boxes open, some closed with each file being an activity from that box. I really want to do it all, and would absolutely love to keep it all organized. But all too often, I pick up one piece and start working on it. Then I “see a butterfly” from another box and chase it. Then I see another one and pursue it, and then another one, and then another one. Before you know it, I have little trails from all of the butterflies that I’ve chased all over the house, and not one of them was caught.

Eric is going to have a HUGE laugh over this story. We’ve been saying this exact thing about Rachel for years; however, I am only seeing it in myself now. I know where I get this from, my mom has admitted that Rachel gets this trait from her, especially when it comes to perfecting an item before it is released.

Now, there is another trait that I have inherited that I like to call “the best of intentions, but no follow-through.” This is where I sometimes self-sabotage things that I’m doing, so I’m not disappointed when and if I fail. I did not necessarily get this trait from my mom, but it is an inherited trait that I often use. It is not the case this time, though. This situation is definitely the “butterfly effect.”

In saying all of this, there are ten stories that I have not yet completed. They were all started due to situations that happened at a specific time. When they are published, it might be like a week or month after the particular event occurred. Most likely because my brain was either: like a bag of kittens, I was distracted by another butterfly, I was too emotionally affected by the situation to publish at the time, I couldn’t find the right pictures to go with the story, or it was all of these situations at once.

So, if you don’t see anything posted from me in a week or two, it doesn’t mean I’ve fallen off the face of the earth, it just means, well, I’m either chasing butterflies, or I’m battling a bag of kittens. Still, I promise, I’ll be back with either something new I’ve learned about myself or something old I’ve discovered. Because I am Millixi, and this is me.