I have had a million things to write about all week long, now that I am here, the inspiration is gone. Mostly, I am sitting here prolonging leaving for the gym, motivation has not been my friend this week. I have fought the cold and the neverfreakin'ending pain all week long. I have struggled through each and every task, putting off any and all that could be put off, mostly just working, coming home and sleeping. I have got to stop the trend today. TODAY, dammit.
I have spent more time this week declining offers of fun than any time I can remember. I have had some very seriously fun opportunities, and it pisses me off to give in to my limitations. I am supposing that's called maturity, or maybe stupidity? I keep telling myself there will be plenty of fun things to do when this 'effin winter is over, but really---how many winters do we all have left? We are only allowed so many in our lives and to stop living and doing anything we enjoy seems foolish. I used to keep on but I can't anymore. In my logical head, this is the signal to move to a location that has no winters, but there are a couple of very good reasons I cannot do that. One is named Brodie, the other is named Zach. So another quandary. Where would we all be without quandaries?
February is short for a reason. Enough said.
Happy Saturday. And I mean it. My tone sounds sad, but I'm honestly not. A girl just has to vent somewhere.