The Muse Has…
In addition, I’ve started a new blog. No, no, no, dont’ feel obligated to read it. It’s too much! No really! Well, since you are pathetically begging, I’ll think about it. I actually owe it to my sister for encouraging me. This was the idea for my next book, but we decided (collectively) that I should start it as a blog. That way I can get a following and make it easier to sell the compiled posts as a book. We’re geniuses, pretty much.
Being at work all day puts a bit of a damper on all my plans but I’m taking it as best I can and at least using it as a proving ground for new hair styles. Today I tried curly. Maybe a cold rainy day wasn’t the best choice for that. Slightly afrocious was the result, but it was worth a try. When I become a rich and famous author/blogger, I will need to have a good hair style, so now’s the time to experiment.
I’m cancelling all my extracurricular activities for the summer. No more yoga. Taking a break from piano. I need to concentrate on pursuits that will make me both happy and financially independent. Life is kind of fun when you decide to take the bull by the horns. As far as I’m concerned, the universe is here to serve me. And I mean that in the least ego-centric way possible.
Oh! I signed up for these notes from the Universe. It’s called tuts adventure club or something like that. The universe sends me these awesome emails Monday-Friday. Today’s said something like “As much as you want to be angry at someone, you can’t help but think how much you love them.” That was actually quite appropriate because despite my superpositivity lately, I’ve been a little miffed at a certain sister who bought me (no, I should say “got me” since I think it was a regfit) cellulite cream for my upcoming birthday. I’m not exactly pissed about it… but it does sort of make me think she’s a bitch. Overreacting?
But the universe is right. Of course I love her. Dearly.
And speaking of ego, I’ve really tried lately to let it go. It’s for the best. Last night, my coworker/friend and my boss/friend? were walking out together and they saw J’s car and him waiting for me, and I was walking toward them but they didn’t see me. I see my boss say something to my friend and then she saw me and did this very obvious “Oh here’s L!”…translation: shut up moron, she’s right there so stop talking about her. It took a minute for me to catch on, so that was good since I’m very bad at hiding my feelings. I don’t know what they were talking about, but just the thought that they were gossipping about me kind of brought me down. I suppose they could be planning a giant surprise birthday party for me…. buuuuttt I think they were probably talking about J’s car. I hate to think they are that petty, and yet I sort of know that they are. But why get upset, right? This is sort of my mantra lately. Everyone else is so busy getting upset over all the trivial things that I do. And that everyone else does. It seems to me that the world needs someone who doesn’t. Enter me.
And with that, I’m off to pick fresh spinach out of the garden. J shoveled shit on the garden when I was out of town and even got the rust out of my trailer hitch. What a guy what a guy. And I’m gonna get upset over cellulite cream??? HA! (I’m really not upset.)
