Yep. It’s a real word.
And it sounds just like what it is-mixed up, disoriented and confused. Like a kid spun around with a blindfold playing Pin the Tail on the Donkey at his five-year-old birthday party.
I depend on routine, habit, regular workflow patterns to help me remember what I need to do and when. So if something (or a bunch of somethings!) interrupt my tired old footpath through the day, it confuses me.
This summer has been full of random life events that guaranteed I couldn’t lean into my dependable routines for support and comfort.
So I’m winging it-more or less.
Actually more of the time it IS less but who’s checking?
Anyway, it’s been a good reminder that I’m not in control and that what absolutely MUST be done always manages to get done. And if the other stuff falls by the wayside, then it wasn’t nearly as important as I once thought it was.
I need to be reminded.
Because it’s easy to be frustrated over things that aren’t worth the effort, to get my priorities mixed up and let myself fall prey to the tyranny of the urgent and ignore the supremacy of the important.
Speaking of which, I think I’ll take a break, go outside and get some fresh air.
The vacuuming can wait.
And the laundry,
and the dusting,