This morning I was packing my son’s lunch when I opened the freezer section of our refrigerator. I was going for an ice pack, but what I got was the back half of a cat. Get the gruesome ideas out of your head. (You can write those thoughts down for later use if you want. I’ll wait.) It wasn’t a dead mangled cat.
What happened, was at the moment I reached for the door handle our cat, Casper, decided to jump on top of the refrigerator. I opened the door just as his hind legs came down and completely ruined his landing. Needless to say we were both surprised.
I was also completely unhelpful as he scrabbled for purchase with cold toes. I was too busy laughing. By the time I thought to help, he had made it safely to his original destination. He had also decided that the top of the refrigerator wasn’t as appealing as he thought and jumped down as soon as I closed the freezer door.
Sometimes I feel like that. I will do something that seemed like a good idea at the time but then I am left wondering “what the heck?” as the world goes unstable under my feet. Then I am left clawing my way up next to the cereal boxes, waiting for things to settle down so I can go pretend everything is normal.
Life happens like that.
A few posts ago I wrote about the Liebster Award and I cobbled together ten questions for those I nominated to answer. Number 3 was : “What gives you inspiration?” Now this sounds a lot like “Where do you get your ideas?” That is a question you never ask a writer. Writers hate that question. I hate that question. Ideas are everywhere. Ideas are never the problem.
I know better than to ask this question. So why did I post something so similar to the dreaded “Where do you get your ideas?”. Well, I meant something else. Looking at it now, I haven’t the slightest idea what I meant but I know the thought behind the question was something different. (I have vague recollections of thinking about taking walks for some reason. Maybe I meant what do you do to recharge? I don’t know.)
I was appalled and promptly introduced my head to my desk when I realized how that question sounded. I had jumped to the refrigerator and landed bottom first into the freezer. It is too late to take the question back. There isn’t much I can do except not to repeat that mistake. (Next time I will have someone else read over questions before I ask them.)
Taking a page from my cat, my cold toes and I are moving on. Lesson Learned.