Living At Wit's End

With all that is going on in the world, I would like to know why sometimes my mind spirals when I see something (it can be anything, it doesn’t matter what).  Sometimes the spiral leads me down a rabbit hole, looking for answers to the most useless questions that pop into my brain.  More often than not, me being me, must find a satisfactory answer to this useless question.  It becomes my quest for useless knowledge to a question that plagues me, one that most people don’t even consider. What is going on in my brain?!   Honestly, I could be working on solving a real problem or creating something.   Still, instead, I try to figure out things like what happens if you’re caught bringing Kinder Surprise Eggs over the US border.   (You can be fined up to $2,500 per illegal Kinder Egg, in case you’re wondering). Let me back up a bit. My siblings, my mom, and I send each other random things through text.   It can be anything, really. Today’s little tidbit was a picture of a toilet cove

   As I drove my daughter to school, thoughts entered my mind...oh, to be seventeen again.  Not the seventeen I was, mind you, seventeen with all the knowledge I have right now.  If I were “that seventeen,” I would rule the school and make the changes to correct all the previous life mistakes I’ve made!   I’ve heard it said it’s never too late to be who you want to become, and I can start each day anew.  Why am I so thick-headed and entrenched in my habits that beginning each day anew is just that, day one on the path over and over again?  I feel as if my days are ebbing away faster and faster with each minute that passes.  You would think that this might light a fire under me.  Yet, I feel like my feet are stuck in molasses, making my steps slow, sticky, and incredibly difficult, my brain in a fog.  Why isn’t my desire stronger than my bad habits?   It’s the tenth day of lent already!  I’ve fallen again!  My lenten goals are lofty as usual, making it challenging to keep up with in my