Disturbed 6 October 2015


What disturbs me? Disturb: “To interfere with, to alter the position of, to upset the balance of, to destroy the tranquility of, to throw into disorder, to alarm” (Websters)

After reading that definition, many things disturb me:

The television turned up too loud, things that are left out-of-place, times that I’m caught off-guard. I don’t think I’m easily frazzled, but I know myself to be an orderly person. I’m disturbed when I feel unorganized or when I don’t get as much done as I planned.

I go to bed at night with an internal checklist that goes something like this: coffee set up IMG_1622for morning-check, running things out-check, dishes done & kitchen cleaned up-check, laundry dried, folded and put away-check, grading done and emails responded to-check, cattle and horse chores done-check, clothes for school out-check, heat turned down-check, wrist watch on-check, doors locked-check, things I need in the morning ready-check, meat I need for the next night’s supper thawing in fridge-check, and any of the day’s projects finished or put on tomorrow’s list-check.

If I can’t check them off, I feel disturbed until I do. I know I’ve written before about my love affair with sticky notes. Where would I be if I couldn’t write all of these things down and check them off? Sleepless. Even after I pray myself to sleep, anything I’ve forgotten niggles at the back of my brain until I get out of bed and make sure it is ready or put away or written down to remember in the morning. Only then can I sleep, undisturbed.

About Sally Gerard

I am a writer, runner, teacher, singer, guitar player, mom, lover, coffee drinker, hunter, antique tractor driver, horsewoman, sister, and lover of the outdoors. Did I mention that I love lighthouses?
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2 Responses to Disturbed 6 October 2015

  1. julieburgii says:

    On the Meyers Briggs scale, you must be a “J.” I am a “P.” Checklists disturb me. 🙂 So grateful am I to God for the things we have in common and the things we don’t. Love you!


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