A hundred years ago, I had a blog that I kept up with regularly. I blogged the funny, the mundane, the every day, and the profound things that I see in the world. Because of some stuff that happened at work, I stopped writing. I stopped allowing this to be an outlet for me when I was happy, sad, or frustrated.
I don't know the last time I blogged. I don't really care.
Today, I find myself, trapped at my house because my car battery has died in my garage. Y'all... this is my luck. This is also my life. After living in my home for 3 years, this is the second time that I find myself waiting on a towing company to come by and rescue my carriage from it's covering. Special shout out to The Lord for giving me the desire for Starbucks this morning so I didn't discover this two days from now.
Right now, I refuse to cry about this. (Normally, category 4 freak-out with tears, some cursing, and a general pity party.) I am so spent from the madness around me that I don't have any tears to cry on this situation. I'm having to save them.
I'M HAVING TO SAVE MY TEARS BECAUSE THAT IS WHERE MY LIFE IS AT.
Because it seems to be my spiritual gift, I could go on here, throw myself a humdinger of a pity party, and write about my woes. {Real and otherwise. Instead, allow me to offer a PSA of sorts both to myself and to anyone reading who needs a reminder:
1) BE A DECENT HUMAN BEING. IT'S NOT THAT HARD.
2) Loving people is fun and easy. Why don't people want to love other people?
3) Is it really hard to be kind????
4) It is apparently much harder to be civilized.
5) Yes, I know that I can be hard to love. Surprisingly, that's deliberate. I've been hurt to many times.
6) Common sense is as easy to find in others as it is for me to find a husband. Apparently all the unicorns congregate together.
peace out girl scout,
I don't know the last time I blogged. I don't really care.
Today, I find myself, trapped at my house because my car battery has died in my garage. Y'all... this is my luck. This is also my life. After living in my home for 3 years, this is the second time that I find myself waiting on a towing company to come by and rescue my carriage from it's covering. Special shout out to The Lord for giving me the desire for Starbucks this morning so I didn't discover this two days from now.
Right now, I refuse to cry about this. (Normally, category 4 freak-out with tears, some cursing, and a general pity party.) I am so spent from the madness around me that I don't have any tears to cry on this situation. I'm having to save them.
I'M HAVING TO SAVE MY TEARS BECAUSE THAT IS WHERE MY LIFE IS AT.
Because it seems to be my spiritual gift, I could go on here, throw myself a humdinger of a pity party, and write about my woes. {Real and otherwise. Instead, allow me to offer a PSA of sorts both to myself and to anyone reading who needs a reminder:
1) BE A DECENT HUMAN BEING. IT'S NOT THAT HARD.
2) Loving people is fun and easy. Why don't people want to love other people?
3) Is it really hard to be kind????
4) It is apparently much harder to be civilized.
5) Yes, I know that I can be hard to love. Surprisingly, that's deliberate. I've been hurt to many times.
6) Common sense is as easy to find in others as it is for me to find a husband. Apparently all the unicorns congregate together.
peace out girl scout,