Under Pressure

Do-do-do-do-do-do-do. Do-do-do-do-do-do-do.

I’m under pressure to get this written and cross several things off my to do list.

We also know what I need to fire up on one of my portable musical devices. I haven’t even gotten that far yet. Busyness has ensued the last couple of days.

In a good way.

And I love it.

As much as I’d love to dive into creativity land for hours today … um … I had homework I just finished. Wednesday night class for a few weeks. It’s not a huge amount of reading, but as much as I’m used to breezing through books and articles and blog posts … this is in workbook format. The page is really wide. I feel like I’m shifting my eyes back and forth, back and forth.

First world problems. I’m being weird about this, right?

 

Mexican food will make it all better. If I hurry up and finish this, I might have time before class.

Chain food, but these were decent. Consumed on Taco Tuesday. Mexican two days in a row? Duh.

I have been productive this week. I’ve accomplished some promo work, some planning work, some customer service work, some editing work, some hello-I’m-Julie-your-cruise-director work. And I visited the BMV to update my address, get a new license with said address (which isn’t actually required as long as the database is up to date, but I’d rather not explain Ohio law to random people who don’t know … and the pic is oh-so-much improved … that alone was worth the cost), and change my voter registration. Fast and efficient on a Wednesday afternoon not at the end of the month. Plus I had a lovely conversation with the BMV employee who wanted me to give him piano lessons, but I’m so not prepared for that right now and referred him to a friend.

Breathe.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Oh I should have popped my head in the sanctuary tonight to see if the pressure differential had changed & these came down. You know, child, when you don’t want them tied to your belt loop, balloons might fly away …

There’s the pressure of being blessedly busy, the pressure of being not-so-blessedly busy, and then there’s the pressure others try to put on us. In the name of helping. In the name of major assumptions.

Never assume. But we all do anyway.

Channeling my inner Audrey Hepburn … “Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

I’m grateful for friends who get it.

And I’m kind of surprised sometimes by people … believers in Christ even … faithful church attenders … who cause me to facepalm. Well not in front of them. That would be rude and very much not loving your neighbor.

“Yeah!” the Facebook shriekers said, “Those people are horrible! And wrong! And anyone who agrees with them is vile!”

Get off my newsfeed. All y’all haters and people who don’t think they’re haters but sure quack like a duck.

Get off of my cloud.

Get off of my lawn. Bahaha!

Do you trust God or not trust God? That is the question.

I don’t recall the scripture where he says to panic.

Remain calm. Trust me. Trust Him.

There’s some pressure going down at the old car dealership at the mall today.

Keep looking up.

For more Under Pressure … see Sue Bowles at bebold7.wordpress.com and Leisa Herren at life4inga.blogspot.com.

Pressure pushing down on me

Pressing down on you, no man ask for

Under pressure that burns a building down

Splits a family in two

Puts people on streets

It's the terror of knowing

What this world is about

Watching some good friends

Screaming, "Let me out!"

Tomorrow gets me higher

Pressure on people - people on streets

Chippin' around, kick my brains 'round the floor

These are the days - it never rains but it pours

People on streets - people on streets

It's the terror of knowing

What this world is about

Watching some good friends

Screaming, "Let me out!"

Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, higher...

Pressure on people - people on streets

Turned away from it all like a blind man

Sat on a fence but it don't work

Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn

Why, why, why?

Love

Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking

Can't we give ourselves one more chance?

Why can't we give love that one more chance?

Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?..

'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word

And love dares you to care for

The people on the edge of the night

And love dares you to change our way of

Caring about ourselves

This is our last dance

This is our last dance

This is ourselves

Under pressure

Under pressure

Pressure

~ Queen / David Bowie’s “Under Pressure”