Month: May 2017

I have a plan. I map it out and have every intention of seeing it through. Then before I know it, the day is done, and not a damn thing was accomplished. That seems to be the story of my life.

Somewhere in my mind, I know that I need a routine, especially when I first wake up in the morning, otherwise I’ll just roll over and go back to sleep because nothing cues my mind to say, “Hey, rise and shine it’s time to get shit done!”

There are some good days, though, when I’ll spring up from my bed and set in on the ceaseless to-do list. They never seem to last, however. Because on the flip side of that coin, I’ll spring up from my bed and end up flipping on Netflix. (And we all know that one episode of a TV series quickly becomes a binge.)

Of course, in the especially rare instance when I do begin the tasks I lay out for myself, finishing them is another beast altogether. It makes me wonder how all the people around me who seem to have all their shit so neatly packed together do it. Do they sacrifice one of the following: 1) sleep; 2) family; 3) life; or 4) soul?

Really, though, it’s time I stopped making excuses. I need to really consider what I most want and see that it happens–do whatever it takes to see that it happens. If that means waking up 30 minutes earlier or staying awake 30 minutes later, do it. No excuses. (Oh, but sleep is so yummy. Yeah, no more whining, too.)

(Well, not really, but kinda.)

Today, a man came into the store. Not just any man, this man was tall, handsome, and I’m almost certain we share a ridiculous amount of common interests.

His personality was down to earth, sweet, and funny all rolled into one. He was basically everything I’d look for in a man.

Except, twenty years too old. But for him, I kinda think I’d make an exception. Well, except for that and the fact that he’s probably married. (Judging by the ring on his finger.)

In any event, assuming he doesn’t do a switch up when he gets home, his wife is a lucky woman. May she always keep him happy.

Today, I baked.

That may seem like some small feat, however, there are a couple things to consider: 1) I love to bake; and 2) I haven’t baked in years.

The reason for number two is simply that I haven’t had anyone for whom to bake. You see, I’m not the type of person who bakes so I’ll have some tasty treat to eat. Nope. I’m the type of person who bakes for the joy of it, and the added joy of sharing it with someone else.

But, now I have coworkers. They’re the perfect guinea pigs for all my confectionary delights. And it makes my heart sing. While I was whipping and mixing and measuring, I allowed myself to relax–and I mean really relax–which is something I hadn’t done in months (maybe even years) and I’m ever so grateful for it.

Here’s to more baking in the near future.

You’re an asshole when you come into the store 10 minutes before close, browse until 10 minutes after close, and then demand coupons and other discounts when you’re checking out.

Oh, and because you wanted to save that extra 15% and apply for the shopping card, it doesn’t entitle you to behave like an asshat when the purchase is applied to that card instead of the card you wanted to pay with, especially when you were told this little tidbit three times before you actually applied.

Finally, it’s not polite to passive-aggressively insult the person who’s doing her best to assist you while navigating through your asshattery. It just makes you look like a cheap bastard.

Thank you.