Let it go…


It is late. A warm bed and a cosy book await, yet I still have a lot that needs to be done.

Or that’s what my mind is telling me.

It has been one of those days. The day went as such days do, with a series of minor annoyances. For a start, I slept through the alarms. Or turned them off in my sleep and given the rigmarole involved in turning off the second alarm, that’s pretty impressive. Especially as I had to get out of bed to do it. Normally I am up before they go off, but they are no more than a fail-safe for the occasional lapse. Thankfully, the dog never sleeps through the alarms and eventually woke me by snorting at the door. It was still long before dawn, but that loss of time would have been a problem any other day. Thankfully, I was due to start work several hours later than usual, so I still got to sit down with a coffee and open the email… where I found a request to start at my normal time after all.

My son’s cat, when I arrived at his home, had been busy too. It liked the new, wood-based litter in its tray and had decided that it would make a good plaything. I fed the cat and swept it all back up, refilling the tray while it ate. I swept it up three times over the next four hours. The cat objected and bit me, but I persevered… then gave in and went to the supermarket in search of the old type of cat-litter to replace the lot.

Grumbling to myself, both about the cat and the necessity of crossing the supermarket threshold at all, I made a bee-line for the pet aisle and grabbed the litter, stocking up with the dog’s requirements while I was there. Might as well but myself a little time…

Which I lost when I finally arrived home to a seriously depleted fish-tank. I dealt with that…again… fed and walked the dog, cleaned all the muddy footprints off the nice, clean floor,  and realised I should have bought something for me at the supermarket too. I was about to nip to the village shop for provisions when the phone rang. By the time the call had finished, the shop was shut. I fielded another phone call from one son and sat down to talk with the other, all the while fielding the ball for the deliriously happy dog who goes loopy when one of her boys turns up. And suddenly, the day had gone.

By eight thirty, I was ready to eat and start on work I had hoped to have finished twelve hours earlier. Some of it is stuff I am desperate to finish. I could get really stressed about now, especially with a crashing computer and a brand new set of muddy pawprints tracking across the living room floor… and the level in the fish tank steadily dropping again. I could stay up all night and get it done…or not.

I think not.

What is the point of getting stressed?

The animals taught me a lesson today. The cat, annoyed by my constant interference with her game, sunk her teeth in my arm and drew blood. The dog, over-excited by her visitor, barked and bounced like a lunatic in her joy, making conversation impossible until she had calmed down. Both of them had reacted to the emotions of the moment and neither of them were particularly pleasant to be around, though for opposite reasons. Do I want to be like either of them at this moment? Or fighting like cat and dog, either with myself or with time? There would be only one loser.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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3 Responses to Let it go…

  1. Widdershins says:

    An alternative version of WIBBOW – Would I Be Better Off Writing. 😀


  2. TamrahJo says:

    Make it easy – turn the housecat into barn cat – but that’s just perspective from dog lover – I’m a Leo – but seriously, Cats are High Maintenance – LOL – Oh, and don’t feel bad – this is the 4th post I’ve read with Cat Issues – 2nd I commented on (not everyone gets my conversation – trying to be ‘nicer’ about where I spread it – 🙂 BUT…I have to wonder, just what portion of Cat Kingdom has the Human species Disrupted and/or – Have Star Ka’ats arrived to save their left behind brethren? And dismayed at the turn humans have made over last 3,000 years? 🙂 (Yes, I read AND begged for purchase from school book fare the Star Ka’ats series avaialable at time – cuz – I’m a Leo – They are Cats – but SERIOUSLY!!! Cats are either really ticked for good reason OR getting too big for the britches humans signed up to provide for them – Oakley, the wonder dog, has huge problem with black calico that loves to traipse through the yard and tease/torment her – I’m starting, after 4 months, to wonder, perhaps some truth to the tales of familiars and witches of yore, afterall? Seriously, we are still safe – no chickens/roosters cuz such an uproar of barking, “mom! Mom! come look! bad guys in my line of sight…” as that one black kitty does – have watched 2 or 3 (I’m old, so not sure if observed are siblings or repeat) come across – and no….reaction….sigh – – paying attention to stuff – but ask, at night, during quiet bonding or enthusiastic dancing around – “So, seriously, what is the deal with ‘that’ black calico? Enquiring minds would like to know!” LOL


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