So…about today’s post? Ugh.
I woke up yesterday feeling like my chest was being squeezed with 57 bungee cords. Today I woke up feeling like my chest was being squeezed with 57 bungee cords AND like I had bowling balls for tonsils. Son of a…
I stayed home from work, slept as much as I could, finished up the girls’ Valentine’s Day gifts, and finished up the two posts I’d written over the weekend. Yesterday’s post wasn’t fun, uplifting, or funny. Today I had hoped to write something good, great even, as a follow-up.
In the past two hours I’ve written three full posts and have scrapped each one of them. The first made me sound like a complete a-shole. The second exposed too much about people who didn’t sign-up for this. The third was made up of stupid words thrown into stupid paragraphs and it made up a worthless post. I don’t have it in me to start all over…for a FOURTH time. At this point in my evening, as if a bungee cord squeezing my chest and bowling balls for tonsils isn’t enough for one day, my head started pounding.
Rather than posting something horrible I’d prefer to just admit that I feel like junk and cannot for the life of me write something worthwhile tonight.
TODAY: What if despite my best laid plans, sometimes life interrupts, and I have to give up and just go to bed? Consider the towel thrown in.