Week 2 MKMMA Shambles to Serinity

And he says “My head aches and my back hurts and I don’t feel like talkin'”
“Don’t wan’ go the show to see Doctor Zhivago”
“Don’t wanna take the dog out walkin'”
“I wanna sit right here in this easy chair, it’s been a jungle all day, you know”

It’s the end of the first week of  MKMMA and I feel just like the 1432 Franklin Pike Circle Hero.  I’m collapsed here in my easy chair contemplating what I need to do to make things easier this week or I’ll have to trade my feet in on a pair of rollerskates.  I know that I can’t rollerskate in a buffalo herd.  In fact I couldn’t rollerskate anywhere without ending up in traction.  Whoa.  Hold up.  My mind has nodded off into la la land or my dreams are thinking thoughts I should not utter.

Read a scroll by some dude named ‘Og’, twenty something times a week.  I haven’t read this much since I left school.  Matter of fact, I didn’t read that much at school.  Oh no, I have to read a chapter from a book about Mastering Keys.  But wait there’s more.  Stuff about my Definite Major Purpose.  Now I have promised to do a chore by a certain date and I read it out for my sub conscious to hear.  This has to be more than a dream.  What!!!!!! I sitting in a quiet place, being well behaved and not allowed to speak.  I’ve been kidnapped by that Jo Frost, the Super Nanny.  Help, Help let me out.  This is not fair.  Now I’m banned from watching tele.  Wake up John.  This has got to be a dream.

This is no dream and there is no Jo Frost.  This is my emotional struggle to deal with building a better me.  I forgot to read my DMP twice.  When I sit for 15 minutes I have woken up an hour or so later as often as I have made the 15 minute sit.  I’m all over the place.  Disorganised.  In all my confusion, elements of reality flitter in and out of my la la world.  There was a video that I remember watching about feeding horses.  It’s mixed through the food of racehorses.  I remember we used to do it for the horses when we were kids.  Yep.  We gave them quality OATS.  For me to be a thoroughbred, OATS is a must.

It’s OATS day, it’s Friday.  Time to take control of what I am doing.  No more wandering aimlessly around loaded down with a cargo care of Wells and Fargo. Will it all come together.  What are my Objectives for this week?  What Action is needed to meet my objectives.  What Time is required to slam those actions into line.  The most important step is to Schedule the detail into my planner.

La la land is disappearing into the late afternoon dusk.  My rollerskates have been devoured by a ravinious buffalo loitering on the edge of the herd.  My back no longer hurts from carrying this load and my head no longer hurts as organisation takes the place of confusion.  OATS goes a long way to supplement my diet.

Well, at five thirty-five at the corner of Franklin and Walnut
A blue station wagon comes slidin’ around the corner
And on down Franklin Pike Circle all you’re seein’ is a streak of blue
And pulls in the drive at the address of 1432.