I’m not a “fake it til you make it” person. I freaking HATE being preached at about the power of positive thinking. I might actually punch the next person who tells me that I am too negative or cynical. However, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about getting up off my ass already and doing the things that need to be done, and a while back I had a “duh” epiphany about how unhelpful procrastination is. That thing that I keep putting off? It won’t get easier tomorrow, and if I’d have gotten my shit together and dealt with it a year ago? I’d have it all sorted right this minute. Which is simultaneously encouraging and depressing, but probably a little heavier on the encouraging side of the scale.
ETA: Progress is not always linear, and sometimes you take two steps back for every step forward. I need to remember that that’s just how it is, and no to get discouraged by the back-sliding. Take that step forward, because it equals out to one step back, which is way better than taking two steps back with no steps forward. In other words, don’t make things worse than they have to be by giving up.
(This is something I need to remind myself of periodically, so this is as good a place to save it as any.)
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Sometimes, when I write on my hand, the ink is a little more permanent than I’d like. A little hand sanitizer usually melts it away.
Paid cable bill and car insurance, went to the bank to deposit a check and get laundry quarters, stopped at grocery store (do not forget bread!), and I scheduled an upcoming dental appointment.
This was taken over a week ago, so I can’t even remember what I was trying not to forget.
One of these days, I’m going to remember to buy staples. I have a nearly full box of them, but they are horrible. The glue holding them together is brittle, so the staples break apart and jam my stapler.
I’m still working out the best white balance settings for my apartment. Since the lighting is a mix of incandescent and compact fluorescent, it’s a little challenging. Usually I end up doing color correction in Photoshop. This is one of the few I haven’t had to fix.
There’s nothing quite like taking a macro photo of your skin to make you feel like you need to slather on a gallon of moisturizer.
My boss commented this afternoon that I’d been so quiet that she’d almost forgotten I was there. Ha! I wish. Her boss commented that I must be having a serious day, because my hair was up. True enough. A) My hair is getting really long (touches the waistband of my jeans), and B) I can’t stand it touching me when I’m trying to concentrate.
No point to that little non-story, except that I guess it was a quiet, serious day for me.