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Perfection: Why You Should Stop Trying

imperfect alarm clock doesn't care about perfectionTime doesn’t wait for perfection. Time has got other things to do while you hem, haw, tweak, plan, and strategize.

You see, I haven’t written much lately because I haven’t felt very inspired. And, in spite of writing a recent article encouraging you to stop caring what people think, my not feeling inspired is really code for: I didn’t have anything that I thought was good enough. Oh, the hypocrisy! I needed a strong kick in the pants and a good talking to.
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My Life as a Wanna Be Blogger

Woman typingIt’s Friday night. It really isn’t much different than any other Friday night you might see me spending in my early 40s. I mean, there certainly aren’t any “keggers” to attend. Bono stopped calling. And I’m pretty sure my cats have their own plans.

But it’s Memorial Day weekend. I imagine most of you are BBQ-ing it up or pre-gaming for your Saturday afternoon BBQ. If you’re not doing either of those, I hope you are at least watching Shark Tank with some popcorn and your significant other and not a complete and total loser winner like me.

Oh, me? Oh don’t worry about me. I’m just sitting here at the computer with my TV off (applause please) and trying to write award winning blog posts. Because I will find a way out of my cubicle. Tomorrow morning, I will be taking a break from blogging to take my sad little basement jewelry studio by storm. Baby steps, baby.

Peace out, partiers.

Diary of a Procrastinator

writing pensI paced by my desk numerous times this morning glaring at the computer screen like it was a dreaded dental appointment.  Chanted in head: “Write.  Blog.  Get out of the cube.  Write.  Blog.”  A few times I walked by the desk turning my head purposefully so I didn’t have to be reminded.  Saw laundry basket sitting next to desk.  Remembered I needed to bring it downstairs.  I paused to consider picking it up, and then decided to ignore it, too.  Gave myself ultimatum that my choices were laundry or writing and, without hesitation, picked laundry.  Downstairs in the laundry room I stopped to notice all the piles of paperwork and boxes of jewelry supplies that still need sorting through.  My wanna-be-jewelry studio has hung over my head like a sopping wet hoodie since we moved into the house 3 years ago.  This sad state of affairs was overwhelming so I headed back upstairs.  I’m not totally useless – I started the washer.  Wandered aimlessly around the kitchen looking for a snack.  Noticed how adorable the cats looked in the sun room as they both attempted to sniff fresh air out the same window.  Aww they look cute.  Grab camera.  This turned into a full kitty modeling session that lasted at least 15 minutes until, one by one, both cats got up and walked away.  Was it something I said?  Suddenly I was hungry.  Eat.  The dishes that had been sitting in the sink for at least 24 hrs suddenly HAD to be washed that. very. minute.   Hmm –  If I remember correctly, my toilets need a good cleaning . . .