I've been getting sassy today. It started with dragging this morning. I'm not sure why, but I couldn't get going. When I finally pulled myself together, I noticed one more thing: it's trash pick up day, and boy did it need to be put out. I sighed, and then it hit me:
I'm not going to be defeated by trash! No way! And I mean that in both the literal and figurative way!
It was a much needed breakthrough, and a turning point. I not only got the garbage put out, but I decided that my toppling "to do" list wasn't going to bury me, either. Oh yes, it's overwhelming. Memorial Day is coming, and you know what a holiday means: what I refer to as "invisible deadlines" where everybody is suddenly in a hustle to do things they've been loitering over for weeks. Vacation time! Time to clear off the desk and to do list!
For you, maybe. For me, well, the reaper isn't standing in the corner threatening to take the scythe after me, so I got time. And if it's been sitting this long, what's one more hour, day, or week. I haven't been mean about it. I'm trying very hard not to do that anymore - but I'm not afraid to get stern and tell people that hey, I was prodding you three weeks ago for a reason. Now, we're at it. I could hurry then; I can't hurry now. Inconvenient reality.
Another inconvenience is diets. Diets. Hmm. Good God, ya'll. What are they good for? Something, I hope, even though the feral cats don't agree and meowed at me loudly for throwing out more lean portions today. "Hey, it's food," I told the cat, "and when my writing hits big, I need to look better for my interviews at ComicCon!" Look at that; I'm proclaiming my destiny to a cat.
Round 2 starts next week. My doctor cleared me to start the exercise program Rick and I chose next week, so that'll be really interesting. Funny thing, though, is that I do better with exercise than with diets. Even though it's a beating, I do usually feel better when I exercise, and I also tend to write more and better when I exercise (and sleep better, too). The thing about diets is that I don't like thinking about everything I eat. There are too many other things you have to think about, and even more things I'd rather think about, like home, writing, reading, birds, and rouge planets smashing into Mars. That's what the book I'm planning to start reading soon is about. And the concept is more interesting than fish and broccoli.
It's alright. Actually, I'm here to tell you that it's fine to get sassy and a little selfish every now and then. You have to take care of yourself and stand up for what's realistically possible for you. There are only 24 hours in a day, and by golly, if you're working and paying bills and your taxes, then you have a right to order those hours right. So do it, and don't forget to take care of yourself. You have to. Nobody else will, it's ultimately your responsibility anyway, and you're no good to people if you break down anyway. Doing yourself a favor every now and then is doing others a favor, whether they realize and appreciate it or not.
So there you have it.
That's all today. Take care. Have a Happy Friday tomorrow and a safe and wonderful Memorial Day weekend.
Bye!
I'm not going to be defeated by trash! No way! And I mean that in both the literal and figurative way!
It was a much needed breakthrough, and a turning point. I not only got the garbage put out, but I decided that my toppling "to do" list wasn't going to bury me, either. Oh yes, it's overwhelming. Memorial Day is coming, and you know what a holiday means: what I refer to as "invisible deadlines" where everybody is suddenly in a hustle to do things they've been loitering over for weeks. Vacation time! Time to clear off the desk and to do list!
For you, maybe. For me, well, the reaper isn't standing in the corner threatening to take the scythe after me, so I got time. And if it's been sitting this long, what's one more hour, day, or week. I haven't been mean about it. I'm trying very hard not to do that anymore - but I'm not afraid to get stern and tell people that hey, I was prodding you three weeks ago for a reason. Now, we're at it. I could hurry then; I can't hurry now. Inconvenient reality.
Another inconvenience is diets. Diets. Hmm. Good God, ya'll. What are they good for? Something, I hope, even though the feral cats don't agree and meowed at me loudly for throwing out more lean portions today. "Hey, it's food," I told the cat, "and when my writing hits big, I need to look better for my interviews at ComicCon!" Look at that; I'm proclaiming my destiny to a cat.
Round 2 starts next week. My doctor cleared me to start the exercise program Rick and I chose next week, so that'll be really interesting. Funny thing, though, is that I do better with exercise than with diets. Even though it's a beating, I do usually feel better when I exercise, and I also tend to write more and better when I exercise (and sleep better, too). The thing about diets is that I don't like thinking about everything I eat. There are too many other things you have to think about, and even more things I'd rather think about, like home, writing, reading, birds, and rouge planets smashing into Mars. That's what the book I'm planning to start reading soon is about. And the concept is more interesting than fish and broccoli.
It's alright. Actually, I'm here to tell you that it's fine to get sassy and a little selfish every now and then. You have to take care of yourself and stand up for what's realistically possible for you. There are only 24 hours in a day, and by golly, if you're working and paying bills and your taxes, then you have a right to order those hours right. So do it, and don't forget to take care of yourself. You have to. Nobody else will, it's ultimately your responsibility anyway, and you're no good to people if you break down anyway. Doing yourself a favor every now and then is doing others a favor, whether they realize and appreciate it or not.
So there you have it.
That's all today. Take care. Have a Happy Friday tomorrow and a safe and wonderful Memorial Day weekend.
Bye!
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