Much like the elusive meme (that honestly, really isn't all that funny) that somehow still is on the interwebs, I feel the need to explain, yet again, that no, I didn't die. Didn't fall off of a cliff during my week off in November (SIX FREAKING WEEKS AGO), didn't quit my job, didn't run off the with pool boy to Tahiti (we don't even have a pool, so there's that) , didn't join a cult and live out my days drinking cherry koolaid (blech).
I am here. And I am lazy. Nah, that's not true. I'm still the same crazy me, but with tons of bloggo thoughts stored up that spit themselves out into thoughtful, introspective posts while I am banging out 8 mile tempo runs on the treadmill (started out TWSS, then I fooled you, didn't I?) but somehow, when I shower (I do that) and get back to my computer, either a toddler jams a green marker into my mouse (that happened) or lunch "break" is over and they actually expect me to work sometimes at my job (no lie). And the post, with all of my infinite nuggets of wisdom, just disappears. Poof.
I often wonder if Martin Luther King Jr would have actually penned his "I Had a Dream" speech if he had kids. Oh wait. He had 4. I AM A SLACKER!!
Regardless, it's that time. Time for 2018. 2017, you sucked. See ya. Don't let the door hit you on the way out (wait, do. You suck). And, even though those that know and love me are aware of my resolution thoughts....
Yeah, I'm not making them. But I do plan to try to bring 2018 into a year to remember fondly. And that starts with a nice little nugget that oddly enough sprang from my work performance appraisal. To chill. Yep, you got it. (I'm not kidding. That was one of my things to work on.) To realize that in fact, not all of the monkeys or circuses are mine. Nope. To realize that there are things I can control, things I can't, and enough wine to know the difference (see what I did there?). You got it right.
And it all starts with ten minutes. Ten minutes to stretch. To actually dry my hair (seriously...in the last month I have done this more that in all of 2017. And it's blowing people's minds, which must mean I look like a hot damn mess 99% of the time. Yech). To watch a podcast (slightly obsessed with TED talks). To...write a blog post. Wait, what? Yeah. I know. Pics or it didn't happen. Moral of the story, I deserve ten. Ten a day, or ten a few times a day.
So here's to ten. And hopefully not ten days...weeks...or months....until I show some blog love. Cause really, I do. Promise.
Happy end of 2017 - Have a wonderful New Years and let's make 2018 .....fabulous! Crap....I almost said great again. (Excuse me while I go jump off a bridge). We're just gonna make it awesome. AWESOME. I SAID AWESOME.
I often wonder if Martin Luther King Jr would have actually penned his "I Had a Dream" speech if he had kids. Oh wait. He had 4. I AM A SLACKER!!
Regardless, it's that time. Time for 2018. 2017, you sucked. See ya. Don't let the door hit you on the way out (wait, do. You suck). And, even though those that know and love me are aware of my resolution thoughts....
And it all starts with ten minutes. Ten minutes to stretch. To actually dry my hair (seriously...in the last month I have done this more that in all of 2017. And it's blowing people's minds, which must mean I look like a hot damn mess 99% of the time. Yech). To watch a podcast (slightly obsessed with TED talks). To...write a blog post. Wait, what? Yeah. I know. Pics or it didn't happen. Moral of the story, I deserve ten. Ten a day, or ten a few times a day.
So here's to ten. And hopefully not ten days...weeks...or months....until I show some blog love. Cause really, I do. Promise.
Happy end of 2017 - Have a wonderful New Years and let's make 2018 .....fabulous! Crap....I almost said great again. (Excuse me while I go jump off a bridge). We're just gonna make it awesome. AWESOME. I SAID AWESOME.
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