So after deciding that I was going to write, finish & publish all the authentic & potentially (probably) unfunny posts last night, my brain must’ve flipped out. It was all “YAY! ALL THE WORDS & THINGS!” and woke me at 4:50 am today. FOUR FRIGGIN’ FIFTY.
I laid in bed listening to Stella & Brando (the Wondermutts) snore for twenty minutes while my brain rambled about I have no idea what. Cuz it was 4:50. Bitter.
Eventually I conceded, slowly waking the sleeping Wondermutts (that whole “Let Sleeping Dogs Lie” is good advice, but more on that another day) and dragged them out of bed. Usually it’s the other way around. Typically Stella has to stand on me to force me into a vertical position. 60 pounds of Stella standing on your chest is NOT how you want to wake up, by the way.
Me, every morning.
So I put on my Hi-Vis safety shirt (safety first!) & attached tiny flashlights to the Wondermutts’ collars & went for a brisk 45 minute walk in the dark. Because I was up before the freakin’ sun. So bitter.
Not at all how I looked.
Wait – I had coffee first. Cuz coffee. & I’ve had coffee ever since. So that’s an extra 1.5 hours of coffee consumption.
& I’ve been writing in my online journal (two different posts) all morning (while also doing the work that earns me the paycheck) cuz THE WORDS JUST WON’T STOP COMING & my brain is all THINK ALL THE THINGS. The only writer’s block I had was the one I put there, apparently.
Calvin is of my people.
That or I’ve just hit manic mode.
Apparently now that I’ve given myself permission to write (& therefore deal) with the heavy crap, my brain is all
I steal all these images from the Pinterest, btw.
You tell it, Chandler.
You could say it was the coffee’s fault. You would be wrong. The internal marathon monologue is finally slowing down. It took a pot of coffee to get to this point. Instead of overlapping thoughts, they’ve finally started forming an orderly line. WAIT YOUR TURN, THOUGHT.
After. Also? I feel like the tree.
So here’s where I am today: bitter about the 4:50 internal alarm, drinking lots of coffee, alternating between real work stuff, a private journal post, a journal post containing blog ideas, and this. And it’s only 2pm.
Oh, and as a teaser (warning??) here are the working titles of future blog posts. You’re welcome (I’m sorry??).
Don’t Take the ClickBait
Content Marketing is Killing Content
256 Shades of Gray (alternate: The Black & White Blinding Effect)
Riptide of Depression
How to Focus on Work When Your Brain Won’t Shut Up
The Joy Killing Laughter Thief
Group Texts, Group Messages & Reply Alls, Oh My.
Personal Brand vs Professional Brand
Facebook tags & Challenges & Why I Hate Them…Mostly.
Unplugging “Friendships” to Renew Relationships
Postcards from Pee Wee
Body Image Bullshit
A Bared Soul is not a Cry for Help (A Venn Diagram!)
Titanium Ta-Tas – The Cancer Scare!
Stop Telling Me What I Need (Clickbait Part Deux)
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie – Literally. No Really, Literally.
Ok, back to work now. Stay tuned!