Okay look, I know everyone is struggling as hard as I am with this weather (except you people without dogs, and you people that are off work today, but I digress), so I won’t bore you with tales of my tears this morning as Remo and I slipped and slid all over the place at 6:30 in the morning….I promise.
But I wonder if anyone else is motivated by anger like I am? Anyone?I woke up this morning furious at about 18 different things (all of them abstract, nothing concrete) and I’m more motivated than ever. I know the weather doesn’t care if I’m angry at it and am getting off my ass to do things because I hate it, but I am.
I haven’t done any wedding work in weeks, which is all going to change this week.
I got my transcript from college, to see where I stand and if I even have enough credits to be considered a transfer student most places.
My neck is better, but I’m impressed with how badly I hurt myself, because it still hurts…but I’m motivated to at least do a little exercising this week, just to not lose the habit of coming home and doing it. Even just to do some light walking on the treadmill, I definitely don’t want to hurt myself again.
And all of this motivation comes from being angry at the universe for a multitude of things, most notably, winter.
I suppose it doesn’t matter right? As long as I’m motivated.
Oh, and just so you know I didn’t just sit and stew and be angry all weekend (I actually had a really nice weekend), I have a new karaoke song, a song that encompasses everything awesome about songs…
And that song is: Pour Some Sugar on Me.
I’ll make sure to perfect it before I get married.
Thank you.
2 comments:
i don't really ever fall. except for i fell down twice in four days (friday night, monday morning) and now i'm terribly paranoid and terrified of ice, stupid ice. and the second time i did it, i bawled like a baby all the way home and didn't finish going into work.
and my head has hurt for three days and i feel all low-level nauseated like i've been reading in the car. grr.
i'm with you, sister. and i don't even have to walk the cat.
Oh I'm sorry Smuss, seriously. It's dangerous out there.
Go slow.
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