If the shoe fits – then you gotta claim the crazy prize


I am not at the keyboard much these days.  I pretend it is because I am far too busy to have time to sit and pound out mundane notions for you to read here.  And by that very statement, it is assumed there are readers acutally out there who have a mind to hear what I have to say.  It’s always random postings, and most certianly about some recent self absorbed finding that I feel the need to shout out to all the world.

Truthfully and honestly, I’ll do you a favor in warning you, now, that this is most certainly going to be one of those “skippable” blogs this time around.  Feel free to click on out at any time, as I am rambling already.  You’ll miss nothing spectacular.  I promise.  To be truthful yet again, this post may not even make sense… I’m a tad foggy and just free-writing here.

You’re still reading?  Well, you were warned.

When it comes right down to it these days… I’m not feeling witty, interesting, or even crazy enough to attempt to say sophisticated things that may lead other’s to believe I have my act together.  I am frustratingly confused about a lot of things, up to my neck in papers that need tied up with fancy signatures and others that want my last drop of blood as a bonded oath to give them my last dime or substitute a living child that may pass collateral…  it’s possible.

But I digress,

I found a drawing laying on the desk the other day after my son had gone off to school.  What drew me in was that the image truly had caught my “in the moment” moment of insanity. I was feeling more than crazy, yet it was drawn long before I began to feel so desperate and overwehlmed.  His drawing drew me back and made me stop and just think.  It brought me back to today’s adjenda and I oddly felt ready for the day after seeing his comical rendition.

Crazy Mom - any day of the week

What I loved about this was that I truly felt like I was frazzled, had given in to the pull of 3 kids all repeating what happened in their day at school in a rapid fire retell and my mind was spinning with who had said what, who’s turn to talk was next, and if I was retaining any of it at all…  I knew they’d say soon, “but I DID tell you about such and such, just an hour ago when I got home.”

There are so many time I feel like I am watching my life play out vs participating in it.  I am not sure if that is because I am just so overwhelmed, or because of the crazy number of new trial vs error medicines they are jumping onto and off of, or just ditching altogether now. Every month I am either weaning onto something new, gradually weaning off of something that didn’t cut the mustard, and messing around with the timings of the ones that seem to be “keeper’ meds.  In other words , they are the ones that haven’t yet caused any problems, so they just keep those going for now. By now I am as confused about what I take or don’t take on any given weekday I want to just give up and throw them all out the window.  It’s complicated and my brain only does remedial math…   Again, I digress…

While I am nutty, the kids find me silly and laughable.  That is good in the short term, as long as I don’t embarrass them in front of friends, mind you.  But in the long term, the thing is, I don’t want to be silly.  I want to be sincere and quietly participating in life.  I long to make sense in everything I say and do… for the first impression of me to be a good one, where things are about what I’m up to, not how I am doing or feeling… and If it’s really ME talking or if I will remember anything said or done tomorrow.

Does anyone remember a day when Christi was loopy, high on giggles and life, and more worried about where the next chocolate and girls-night-out splurge was going to happen?  Now, I move in a pathetic slow step, cringing as i look into the next day to see if it will be normal, or filled with untold headaches, migraines, and stupid ass issues that strip me of who I am – once was – will I ever be again?

So give me my drawing  back.  It’s posted on my fridge proudly, and reminds me to choose daily to let it all just slip away… from the insanity of reality… and  to act as my pass to the other side of the coin.  I will choose to flip it till it comes up heads, so I can get my silly self on with giggling and laughing, and sitting in the middle of the floor surrounded by my kids.

I cant fix it all – but I can allow myself to be surrounded by what matters – those said kids, tight hugs, sloppy kisses (from the dog), tickle fights, laying in bed long after lights out… hearing the hearts of my girls as they grow into young women, and of my son as he learns to be a warrior after God’s own Heart.

The next time you are in a boring rut – make sure you look around you and maybe have someone draw you the most insane portrait of you they can… dont be offended by it, but instead be freed by it’s inspiration.  Be free to be you!  No one does YOU better than you do!

Giggle a little when it’s least appropriate – and let the rise it get’s you a head start on the underdog style push needed to accomplish your goals.

Common – you got unconventional and witty in you somewhere!  I know it!

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2 thoughts on “If the shoe fits – then you gotta claim the crazy prize

  1. Steve Wilhoff says:

    Your rambles are more worthy of the time I take to read them the plastic-wrapped crap I’m usually stuck reading. Please, please…
    keep rambling, keep free writing, keep expressing, ok? It reminds me how delicious the natural taste of honesty, how wonderfully aromatic a deep breath of reality is and how dizzy life’s ride can make us. By doing what you call rambling, you remind us that there’s someone else out there who simply feels shitty…just like the rest of us who haven’t yet found the courage to say so. You give us permission to say so, so please, keep the mask off. When you write without coloring all the ugly spots and places and avoiding apologies for being and feeling, your words become potent and sharp, like a quick, unexpected slap. The honesty stings but it snaps us out of our fog, even if only for a minute.

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  2. Christi Campbell says:

    Ha! Thanks Mr Wilholf 🙂 There’s probably not a chance I will stop rambling – so there’s nothing to fear, but thanks for the encouragement to keep throwing it out for those who wish to taste that unique flavor of Campbell craziness. I have never seen my writing as courageous, or an unexpected slap… so, um, thank you for the compliment! LOL

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