Resolution

As I write this I have a basket full of laundry at the foot of my bed that needs to be put away, a slew of prescriptions that need to be picked up and a mask on my face that needs to be washed off - all needing a resolution. All of these things give me a little bit of a twitch and a feeling of anxiousness knowing that there are things that I need to accomplish. 

Going wayyy back to my days in grade school there is a clear way write a story; conflict, climax and resolution. You have to present the problem that the characters must contend with, work the problem up to the peak and then offer a fitting conclusion (resolution). 

All those years and the teachers were giving us a life lesson (and a way to write a halfway decent story). That said, it is hard when you're in 4th grade to think of the conflict as anything other than you're mom and dad won't let you get the latest Hanson CD or have a sleepover with your best friends. Yes, I'm sure I cried and the parents caved and bought the CD for me on our way to my friend's house - but that's beside the point. 

Is life one big story or are their mini stories? I am in the climax stage of me washing this mask off my face and in the conflict stage of putting the laundry away (phil will do it!). In the grand scheme we're smack dab in the middle of the climax and the resolution; our problem is being worked up and up and up and we're (patiently) waiting for the resolution -- that one thing that we all crave. 

I think that is all the ramblings that I have for now. Now, I'm going to wash this mask off my face and cuddle with my puppy and that is all the resolution that I need for today.