Fruit from the Inspirational Tree (EW! This tastes like shit!)
After getting a good night's sleep and talking with several friends after an exceedingly hard night at work last night, I am feeling better. No longer totally troll-like. However, I still have weird bump on my chin and am still fighting enemy forces. Oh well. You can't win 'em all, I say.
So after much soul searching (well, actually not that much), I have come to the realization that I know why I haven't been my usual chipper self lately: I'm not writing anything or cooking very much. Because of my stupid retail job (and the self-imposed need to try to watch digital cable so I actually know what I'm paying $80 a month for), I am no longer producing anything creative, nor am I reading very much, which is probably an even worse thing. I have turned into a little robotic woman who goes to work, goes home, goes to sleep, gets up, fools around, goes to work. It is a sad existence, my friends, but one that I am bound to by economic obligations that I still cannot meet. While I could blame this on the daily traumas of living in George Bush's America, I'm not going to, because a) I don't want to get started about that and b)things will come full circle someday and I will be sorry that I spent this time being pessimistic. So right now, on this blog, I vow to at least incorporate some reading into my life, to stop worrying about the weird things that currently take up valuable space in psyche, and to try to get some good writing done (or at least make some cookies. I mean, God, how hard is that?).
So now that I feel totally dorky for having written that sort of "taking control of my life" mumbo jumbo that is so popular with the middle-age crisis set, I will retire. I am going to take a look at my bookshelves and pick something fun to read. Then I am going to read it. Then I am going to go to work, and smile through it all and be cute and funny and try to say witty things about literature. Ahh. Ain't inspiration grand?
No, actually, no, it's not.
So after much soul searching (well, actually not that much), I have come to the realization that I know why I haven't been my usual chipper self lately: I'm not writing anything or cooking very much. Because of my stupid retail job (and the self-imposed need to try to watch digital cable so I actually know what I'm paying $80 a month for), I am no longer producing anything creative, nor am I reading very much, which is probably an even worse thing. I have turned into a little robotic woman who goes to work, goes home, goes to sleep, gets up, fools around, goes to work. It is a sad existence, my friends, but one that I am bound to by economic obligations that I still cannot meet. While I could blame this on the daily traumas of living in George Bush's America, I'm not going to, because a) I don't want to get started about that and b)things will come full circle someday and I will be sorry that I spent this time being pessimistic. So right now, on this blog, I vow to at least incorporate some reading into my life, to stop worrying about the weird things that currently take up valuable space in psyche, and to try to get some good writing done (or at least make some cookies. I mean, God, how hard is that?).
So now that I feel totally dorky for having written that sort of "taking control of my life" mumbo jumbo that is so popular with the middle-age crisis set, I will retire. I am going to take a look at my bookshelves and pick something fun to read. Then I am going to read it. Then I am going to go to work, and smile through it all and be cute and funny and try to say witty things about literature. Ahh. Ain't inspiration grand?
No, actually, no, it's not.
posted by Southern Belle at 1:02 PM
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