Occasionally I like to jump on the crazy train and have a good old fashioned freak out moment. Today I would like to share one of them with you that I had earlier this week where the train went clear off the tracks and straight into Looney Tunes territory. Here it is:
This is me being real here. I am writing this post in the middle of eating my dinner, doing house chores that I’ve far too long neglected, getting things in order to go back to college, writing my story that I am determined to finish, and catering to the needs of my 4 year old daughter. I did manage to get in about 20 minutes of Yin Yoga, so at least my muscles aren’t as tense as an over tightened guitar string about to ping loose. Anyone want to serenade me with a guitar? I think it might help me relax.
I have been making progress in the most recent story I’ve been writing. It is an inspirational time travel and it has tested the strength of my being each and every time I sit to add to the story. Maybe it is because although a work of fiction, it is based on reality, and well, sometimes it just scares the shit out of me. So naturally, I’ve tried to ignore it for a couple of days, but this story is meant to be told, I just know it. That is why I am buckling down to get it done by May 20th. This is my deadline, that I alone set for myself. It also means I have to get on a schedule. Blech. Oh, and come August it will be even more fun to have to work around my daughters Pre K schedule and events and consider my Mom and Mother in law’s fluctuating schedules so I will have a babysitter while I go to school. Schedule, schedule, schedule!
Ah, forget a serenade, here’s some Rick James for you to jam to. I dare you to NOT do a sexy dance when you listen to it:
Shit. I have no idea how I’m going to do this. I am a planner, to a point, but I also believe in living in the moment, and right now the moment is saying times up for this post. Time to start the night time routine for my daughter so she will get in bed by 10pm. So I can stick to a SCHEDULE. Ahhhhhhhh.
Well, thanks for spending time reading this random blog post, more than likely from a complete stranger supposedly off her rocker and has a few screws loose. If you’ve made it to the end of this post, consider yourself either a kindred spirit or a torturous bastard. What’s it gonna be, love or pain?
Ever had a freak out moment? Tell me about your Looney Tunes moment in the comments section.