they were all made out of ticky tacky and they all looked just the same

i like things in place. i like when things are even, i hate odd numbers. i have found that the more i take on, the greater my need becomes to control everything {and everyone} around me. basically, i'm a total control freak. i try not to fly that flag at all times, but it certainly rears itself. often.

i don't like to forget things or leave things unfinished; it's a constant internal struggle.

SO.

the point of that little field trip into my psyche. i like to give myself little goals to work on, small things to improve upon. sometimes it's my behavior, my diet {rarely}, my priorities, etc. i like to start on the first of the month and ride it through. a definitive starting and stopping point and appropriate length of time to actually accomplish something without it being so long i burn out.

about a week ago i realized that march started on a monday {it's like a chocolate chip cookie, wrapped in a zinger, mixed into a marionberry pie inside a sunday nap wrapped in an ice cream cone, when the first day of a month is ALSO the first day of the week}. my brain pictures the week beginning with monday and progressing uphill to sunday...another post, another time.

seriously, just get to the point. when realizing said delightful fact, i started planning my march goal. i decided perhaps i could do a little {lot} less complaining. i don't need to list the blessings of my good fortune to know that i. have. it. good. in the words of gob: "c'mon!"

so, guess what? i did a test run the last few days and wow. big difference. big. huge {pretty woman}. we'll see how well it plays out when my 31 days are over. the beauty of it all? come april 1, i can get drunk off that whine.

and now, a bunny.