We all have one. Or maybe you’re that one special magical human narwhal, and yes I know narwhals are real but they probably shouldn’t be, and where was I again?
Oh right. Do the thing.
You might be that one person who doesn’t have that thing nagging at you, that thing hanging over your head like a sassily-swinging sword, that thing you just don’t want to do. If you are that person, please write a how-to manual immediately.
But for those of us mere mortals, we have that task. The thing. Today is the day.
Do the thing.
I’m going to do my thing. We don’t even have to talk about what that thing is, because often, that thing that looms so largely for us would seem trivial to someone else.
That’s OK. We’re all different.
But let’s end the day without that sword above. It really opens up the view.
Have a great productive Wednesday!
I’ve been working on learning to crochet, and I’m nearly through my first project. A scarf.
That’s largely to the credit of the yarn, which is multi-colored and beautiful, but go me for picking it.
I’ve tried before and it didn’t quite take, but I found a great video and I’m well on my way. Now all I want to do is practice, but of course, life exists.
It’s as effective a distraction as baking, only way fewer calories. So that’s a plus.
The purpose of this distraction is to keep me from focusing on other ones, deeper ones, broader ones, ones outside of my control. So much of the world is outside of our control, especially now.
I can control the yarn.
I mean in the most general sense.
At least the scarf should be warm. Winter is here.
Have a terrific Tuesday.
Well, not that dry. It’s a little damp out and very gray, but today they needed to do some kind of watery repair and so there is no water at all. None.
So I’ve fled to a place that does have water, toilets and all, and it’s put me behind but I’m going to say it’s worth it.
I like toilets that flush.
I’m pretty sure it’s still Monday, my morning was a bit of a blur, and now it’s nearly done and I feel like I’m already behind.
I take that back. Definitely a Monday.
We’ll see how the editing goes in a foreign land, where the distractions abound. I wish I had more coffee. I should have had more coffee.
I don’t think there’s enough coffee in the world.
Anyway I’m going to go Monday up my Monday. Have a wonderful day.
My brain wanted to type 2017, but my fingers knew better. Here we are at the very very back edge of 2019.
On the cusp of 2020, a year that once sounded so far in the future it was probably going to happen in the far reaches of space. I wonder if they felt that way about 1920.
Anyway, it’s AccountaClub time, when we talk about how our weeks and our projects are going.
Editing went, not in a stellar way, but I made progress. Fitness was five days, five workouts, and they were pretty good. Today was yoga, which is always, always a favorite.
And that was my week. How was yours?
It’s ten word story time! Using the photo above as a prompt, write a ten word story.
Exactly ten words.
It’s that easy! Except it’s a challenge.
Ready? Here’s mine:
So the world began.
An ice world.
But a world.
After the holiday week last week, I feel like the days are a little muddled. Not me. It’s definitely the days.
It’s brilliantly sunny today, so bright it’s as though the gray never was, and I woke up with a haze of stress that hasn’t dissipated. I can’t pinpoint it, either.
It’s not like the world is rolling merrily along at the moment.
I had the impeachment hearings on for a second, only long enough to hear a smug professor make a joke about his dog being angry, and that just soured me on the day.
Imagine taking all the information that has come out, knowing that people actually died in Ukraine waiting on aid that would only be released for personal gain, and deciding the best course of action to talk about the legal implications of the proceedings was to make a joke about your dog.
I am so tired of serious things not being taken seriously so that people can avoid accountability. What happened to the party of “personal responsibility?” Oh right.
They never meant themselves.
I’m off to stew and hopefully to edit between the stewing. Have a great Wednesday.
It may be December but the gray remains persistent. Still, all the holiday lights up sparkle and pierce the gloom. It’s pretty.
In winter, it’s like Chicago is an entirely different place, stripped of all of its warmth, the wind a badge of honor to survive. And yet the people are the same. We look at one another and we know.
I spent hours on the phone dealing with health insurance yesterday, and the whole process exhausted me in a way only bureaucracy and automated phone systems can. Still reeling today.
So much so that editing sounds like fun. LIKE FUN.
And I’m going to get to it. You have a terrific Tuesday.