The Questions I Ask Myself
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Why do you willingly do things that make life harder than is has to be?
This can include but is not limited to:
-unloading the dishwasher through out the entire day rather than all at once
-not buying stamps when you know you need them
-taking 4 days to fold one load of laundry
-glaring at the dirty stove rather than just cleaning the damn thing
-not responding to emails, but instead reading Facebook comments that have nothing to do with you
-thinking about everything you have to do rather than just doing it
-sleeping past your alarm, at this point why are you even setting it?
Sleeping too late in the morning throws off your entire day. We have the same pep talk every single night. It's starting to get old. Get up by 7:00 (like normal adults do) go for a quick run/walk with Harlow and attack the workday by 8:00 a.m. It's really not hard. You did it when your were sixteen when you had to be at school by 6:45 a.m. some days... Don't let teenager you be better.
On another note, enough with the torture reading. Your Facebook newsfeed is now 95% animal shelters. Why? What happened to the good old days of creeping on actual people that you thought were ridiculous? Remember those days? They made you cry a lot less. We both know it doesn't help anybody when you read 20+ articles a day about animals being abused or animals needing help in shelters. It sends you into that damn hate cycle which takes away time from doing things that actually help. Less sulking, more doing.
What is most important to your right now? Right now in this very moment? Then focus on that. Your attention span is less than ideal lately and you're only hurting yourself. Pretty sure you've started ten different to-do lists since Monday and haven't been able to finish one before you get distracted and already move on to something else. And I mean finish writing the list, never mind actually doing what's on the list.
Do your social media work, t-shirt packing, fiction writing, blog posts and move on. A ten year old would kill to have your schedule.
And speaking of blogging, you've had the privilege of working with a lot of great bloggers, so why dwell on the one girl who wasn't so great? So what if she took a shirt and then never posted about it like she said she would? MOVE ON. It's just one damn shirt. It's the principle, I know. She makes bloggers in general look bad, I get it. But you're being petty. Hopefully this one little passive aggressive message right here will make you feel better. Does it? Okay, good. Now go get an ice cream cone and get over it, little girl.
Also, perhaps it's time you seek a part time job outside of the house where you can work around actual people... I mean I've just written this entire post in third person? Or is it fourth? Or what in the hell is it? I'm not sure. People might start to worry. Your social skills are going down hill once again.
And one last thing self, get over the fact Ben and Jen broke up. It's done, stop dwelling. They've moved on now you need to, as well.
But I can'ttttttttttttttttttt.