It would be a very accurate estimation to declare that:
1. This week kicked my ass (work + teens+ irritating people + long days + more WORK)
2. Fake NaBloPoMo = FAIL by Day 10. Honestly, I’m surprised I made it that far, and I totally admire those that do blog daily. You guys rock.
However, I will be fair and say that since the NaBloPoMo was FAKE to begin with, not such a big fail.
I still posted more than I had lately, I’ll still post when I can, and it is what it is. It’s not like the internet was going to give me a prize, right?
Although…. if I was going to get a prize, from THE INTERNET, I’d have picked a copy of Jenny Lawson’s upcoming book “Let’s Pretend This Never Happened”. Jenny is BRILLIANTLY funny and her blog, The Bloggess, is one of my favorites. Go pre-order her book on Amazon, I promise it will be the best decision you ever made. (Maybe not ever. But close, really close). Go now.
Insight from this little experiment: I’m good at getting all goal-y. I get excited at the notion of lists and the feeling of accomplishment when I check something off said list. This enthusiasm, intoxicating as it may be, is hard for me to sustain. A good summation of this phenomena would be the post, “This Is Why I’ll Never Be An Adult” on Hyperbole and a Half, by another favorite blogger Allie Brosch. She nails it, perfectly.
One more thing. Day 9’s post was brutally honest, and I am so grateful for the kindness and support of a lot of incredible people. THANK YOU for being so good to me. Much love.
How can Allie nail EVERY SINGLE EMOTION so perfectly. It’s as though she is me, only funnier and more talented.
I accept failure almost daily, certainly weekly, as a regular part of my to-do list. Who would I be without it? I shudder to think of the energy I would have to have without failure in my life.
I’ll keep it. It serves it’s purpose. My kids are still breathing, so you know.
I think we should always count that as a win. My kids are still breathing, so, you know… LMAO. LOVE YOU!