Flipping Over and Flipping Out

Have you ever not wanted to flip the calendar page into the new month? It's a strategy akin to burying your head in the sand, or in the old month, if you will. That's what I do sometimes.

Something in my brain says to leave the old month exposed because it will magically postpone the board meetings, volunteer commitments, teacher conferences, days off school and doctor & dentist visits scribbled in on each of the new month's rapidly approaching days. It's just some silly psychological game -- just like hitting the snooze button so you feel like you've gained a whole extra nine minutes of sleep.

A silly strategy if ever there was one.

If Dr. Phil was here, he'd probably ask in that Texas drawl of his "So how's that workin' for ya?" and I'd have to hang my head and tell him that it doesn't work at all. Ready or not, those days still come -- and most of the time, I'm more Not than I am Ready.

So two days before Christmas when I found myself in Target at 10:30p because of this failed strategy, I saw something that could possibly cure my ostrich-like tendencies.

Without thinking too long about it, I scooped it up...

...and now I can hardly wait to get to February.

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