A few days ago I read a post mentioning that the “new year” is only three months away.
“Did you accomplish all of your 2017 goals?! Did you????” it questioned in the first line of the article.
And it was one of those moments where my heart kinda dropped and I internally said, well shit, knowing very well I did not accomplish all of the stupid goals I so arrogantly wrote down back in January, so many moons ago. That makes thirty years in a row now.
The post went on to challenge me (and you) to make the most of the these last three months.
“Get up an hour earlier! Work an hour later! Do what you have to do. Grind! Grind! Grind!”
So yesterday I set my alarm for 6:00 a.m., (I’m usually a 7 a.m. kinda gal) and was determined to GET SHIT DONE.
And when my alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. the next day my first thought was, what the hell is this about? And without even pretending to second guess myself, I hit snooze. And then I hit it again. And again.
By 6:30 a.m. I remembered that I had set my alarm early on purpose (you know, to accomplish all of my 2017 goals.) So I was like, okay I guess. But five more minutes.
In the end, I got up 15 minutes earlier and felt really proud of myself. I spent that 15 minutes staring at my coffee, then out the window into the alley thinking about absolutely nothing, and then back again at my coffee. Like I said, I felt really good about it all.
I have two lofty goals for 2017 I’m yet to hit, one involves t-shirt sales and one involves finishing a book. Both piss me off.
T-shirts piss me off because a few rocks were thrown in my path I didn’t expect, like when a big University demands you stop selling about eight of your best ORIGINAL shirts so instead they can sell them. And they’re also going to make you abandon your trademark in the process (so they can use it) but you can’t.
(STILL NOT BITTER. Doing great.)
But the book goal is 100% me being a lazy loser. I’ve been half ass working on it for over two years now and I’m to the point where I just need to admit I don’t care if it sucks and finish it already because it’s killing my soul.
An imperfect finished book is much better than a perfect unfinished book.... I don’t remember where I heard that quote, but I clearly haven’t listened to it.
So what I’m saying is that I’ve got a lot of work to do. You’ll know when it’s done because I plan to post all 400 pages of it RIGHT HERE. Get excited.
Yesterday a lot of my Facebook feed was blowing up about some really talented Chicago comics being plucked for SNL. These are people I actually know, or know through friends, and it’s kind of unreal to see. As a kid, SNL was always the ultimate pipe dream for me (okay, also as an adult but you’re never supposed to admit that as a comedian because you sound like a tool.) So when you find yourself in a circle of people who are actually doing it, it’s kinda nuts.
It’s also a kick in the ass to get your shit together.
These comedians didn’t get to SNL by chance, each and every one of them has hustled for years. So to see their hard work pay off is pretty inspiring.
Like I said, I’ve got some work to do…
So I should probably stop staring at this coffee while reading 100 different versions of my horoscope, and instead actually get going on something productive. Wish me luck. I heard there’s only three more months until it’s 2018.
To do list:
1. Figure out life.
2. Figure out which Kardashian/Jenner is pregnant.