I Want to Want to. . .

I want to want to blog today, but I just don't.  Usually my mind is mulling over people and happenings and such.  Today my mind is quiet.  I've always thought of my husband's mind as a very well organized drawer.  He always knows where his scissors are, he never runs out of led in his mechanical pencil, and he never loses the end of his tape.  My mind on the other hand is like opening the dryer door when one of my kids has done the laundry (not my husband).  There are all different colors and fabrics and mismatched socks rolling around.  There's probably some loose marbles, a Chapstick and a crayon in there too. 

I think the problem is that I cleaned out my bathroom drawers today just like my husband would have.  I didn't look at every item, analyze it, and categorize it, and fret over what to do with it which is typically what I do.  I opened the drawer, pulled out big essentials like toothpaste and brushes, and dumped the remaining contents into the garbage.  Hurray for me, only now my mind is still. 

Other things I want to want to do:

I want to want to run.  I used to run.  But now when I run parachute butt happens.  If parachute butt has never happened to you, you still have some muscle tone.  If it has happened to you, you know exactly what I mean.  Also, my feet start to hurt and my legs get tired and then I can't breath and not running is so much funner.

You see what I mean??  Parachute butt can be a natural phenomenon where your butt actually takes the place of the parachute.

I want to want to control what I eat.  I feel sooo much better when I put the good stuff in and keep the bad stuff out.  I don't need will-power because I will eat anything.  I need won't-power. 

I want to want an immaculate house and sometimes I actually do want one, but most of the time I only want one when somebody comes to my door unexpectedly.  I just can't imagine that I'll be on my deathbed and say, "I wish I would have spent more time cleaning."  But who knows?

I want to want to wear cute jewelry, I really do.  I think jewelry looks great on everyone but me.  Most people wear jewelry, but jewelry wears me. 

I want to want to write another book.  I've written two middle-grade fiction books (both unpublished), but what if I can't do it again?  What if my nest book turns out stupid and I fail?  I know my other books aren't published but they're not bad for what they are, a first attempt in my younger years.  Right now I can't even write a complete grocery list.  But I can write checks:)

What do you want to want to do?