So this is my warm up.
My goal this week is really manageable. It's just 400 words per day. If I start, I'll be finished. But I feel tired and slow, and I don't want to start.
I should be riding high. I showered this morning and got dressed and left the house before Mac's alarm rang at our ideal departure time. A victory!
But after I dropped him off, I touched my face for a moment and realized I'd forgotten to put on any makeup. I do this about once per year, usually when I get ready in an out-of-order sort of way.
We wear masks at school, so it's almost no big deal to forget one's make-up, except I think a little mascara goes a long way, and I'm new to my job, and I want to make a good impression.
There's a Walgreens near the building, and I teach in the afternoons while writing in my classroom in the mornings. So, what was an extra ten minutes to stop by and pay thirty dollars for the concealer, eyelash curler, and a new Voluminous? I did the touch up using the sunshield mirror.
Nothing bad happened except it continued my discombobulation, and now I don't want to write.
But it's just 400 words, and it's my job.
I'll do it.
I'll do it.
I'll do it.
(Cue Cameron Frye in his car wanting and not wanting to let Ferris boss him around.)
1 comment:
I admire your stamina. Always have always will!
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