Well, now I am happy I did not indulge in Wrist to Forehead Sunday, because this is surely going to be a foolish post. I am typing frantically. I have to leave for rehearsal for Steel Magnolias in less than one hour. I have not showered. I have not changed. I have not looked over my lines in the last three days. I am quite mortified over that last one. Showering and changing I may actually be able to do.
Oh, but I am tired! On the brighter side, I did email two articles to Mohawk Valley Living magazine, ON the deadline. I’m afraid they were not very good, but I am by no means the best judge of that. I can only wait and see.
Oh dear, I am having a dreadful case of type it in, backspace over it (gritting teeth to not backspace over that last sentence). I keep going back and forth between contemplating how truly I do NOT have my act together and feeling that perhaps I can do something positive to change that. Small steps, they say. Dare I say, baby steps? Since most of the time I act like a big, fat baby, would that be a good or a bad thing? I mean, since I am a big, fat baby, does that mean I am capable of taking baby steps and so should take them? Or since I do not want to be a big, fat baby, that I should not take baby steps? It is very difficult to know what to do.
Well, one baby step I will take is to hit publish on this piece of nonsense. Then I will shower and strive to look over my lines before rehearsal. Note to self: tomorrow, drink more coffee. Happy Monday, everyone.
