Got Sorts…

Yesterday…I woke up…out of sorts…I asked my friends at school to loan me Jane Carrollsome…but…they seemed to be…out…as well…

And…alas…I was…out of sorts…all day…

But…somewhere along the line…my curiosity got up…where did the expression come from…what did it mean…sorts…is a strange word when you think about it…

So…I did what I do best…well…except for napping…I Goggled it…seems that sorts were the little letters and characters that were used in typesetting…in years gone by…and the phrase originated from the frustration of being in the middle of a project…and running out of the letters that you needed to finish it…

Out of sorts

Bertha…said my fact finding was exemplary…but…she was more interested in how I was going…to…get…back into sorts

Hmmm…

Time for the contemplation chair…or…maybe I could just buy a bag of those magnetic letters…then I could have extra…sorts…any time I need them…

Jane

PS…Send me a message if you would like some…one-on-one time with…Bertha…we have a limited number of coaching slots available…

Honestly…

As you may recall…Bertha…has been talking to me a lot over the past couple of years…about…living my truth…and…I try really hard to do that…one thing we’ve really worked on…is…not telling those little…half-truths…that seem to be so easy to construct…and…seem so harmless to tell…

And…while she is pleased with my progress…she says…that there is more work to be done…seems as though…I can’t be honest with someone else…unless…I am first completely honest with myself…

Hmmm…sounds like a lot of contemplation time…

Jane