Are your Ducks in a Row

 For years, I've heard people proudly declare, "I've got my ducks in a row!" Meanwhile, I'm over here with a feathered circus. 

My ducks aren't in a row.....they are scattered in several different directions. One of them is probably at Target trying to buy snacks we don't even need.....another one is lost in a Netflix binge, and one very confused duck is most likely not even a duck, but a pigeon just doing it's best. Bless him, Bless me!

Have your ducks ever been on strike?  lol.  I think mine are hiding in my sweet neighbors yard, laughing as they are watching me panic....and the one that I think might be a pigeon?? proof that not everything in life is going to make sense.  

What on earth am I talking about?  Life!  When you have an OCD personality, "ducks not in a row" doesn't mean just a little chaos. It means You are mentally rearranging them at 2:00 a.m. and you are wide awake thinking "If only duck #3 would just scoot two inches left, we could all sleep better."

The truth is, when your personality leans toward OCD and your ducks are misaligned, it feels a bit like your world's picture frame is crooked and to make things even worse, it appears that someone purposely glued that frame to the wall....CROOKED!  Does a crooked hanging picture bother you?  I'll raise my hand to this...

BUT....(you know there is always a BUT) Here is the kicker:  sometimes the messiest ducks (including my pigeon) end up being the ones that bring the most laughter.  Order always feels safe and calm to me...but the chaos?  This is where the funny stories come from and they end up making my life so fun. 

Never fear though....The duck wrangler is here today and has everything under control.  

1.  The dirty grout on my kitchen floor will be cleaned by the afternoon.

2. The extra pile of laundry will be sorted, washed and put up today.

3.  Those pop up thoughts that kept me partially awake last night will be written down and taken care of in a timely manner.

Oh yes....appointments will be made and marked on the calendar....Meal plans will be made....and I will get the smallest ducks inline.

Isn't it crazy how when we lay down to get eight hours of good sleep,  that's when the ducks get rowdy?  Especially when one is pacing over an email you forgot to send, and another one is quacking about tomorrow's grocery list. 

None of it is life-or-death important, but those ducks sure make it feel urgent at 2:00 a.m. ......and mine were working overtime last night. 

Here is the bright side to this post...sometimes those restless ducks are really just reminders that our minds are full, our lives are layered, we are human, and we deeply care about things getting done right.  Morning always comes and the sun rises, my coffee is brewing and somehow all of my ducks have started shuffling back into place...even my pigeon in disguise.  

Just proof that I am living a full, beautiful life, perhaps a bit messy at times, but still wonderful. 

I keep repeating...I am good! Life is good! God is good!

Shug.....🦆