Today it Thursday—not blog Wednesday.
Yesterday was a emotional roller coaster in the office.
Couple that will a staff meeting from 8:30 a.m. to noon and there was no time for blogging.
Just had a nice fruit medley and some cereal for lunch.
Today the office is quiet.
First NIE run of the new year was a success.
Everyone was happy to see me and their newspapers.
Made breadghetti last night.
Adam was in heaven.
I’m feeling in a go-getter mood.
I want to start the living room painting process this weekend.
As per my column this week.
Also on the agenda, we buy a new stove.
Holy life—so excited.
It’s the first First Friday of the year and the weather is magnificent.
This is going to be a good weekend.
It’s hard to believe I just dated an article for next week Jan. 11.
Where is this month going already.
Christmas seems like a distant memory.
Dinner with old friends tonight.
Maybe a board game.
Maybe just lots of gossip.
Either way, its gonna be good.
Big changes are in store for me soon.
In the office.
Hopefully in life.
Tuesday I took the first step toward a goal.
A goal I have told myself I would achieve last year, but just made the problem worse.
It’s a baby step, but baby steps add up.
The key is taking the first one.
After that, the rest get easier as you go along.
I wish I had a Dr. Pepper right now.
I have a bottle of water.
It fulfills the basic human need, but it lacks pizazz.
Anyone who know me knows I like pizazz.
I need to work on an article.
They are not nearly as fun to write as blogs.
I’ve come to notice, not all reporters are good writers.
You would think—and correct me if I’m wrong—but if you wanted to be a reporter, you might be a good writer.
Sadly, that is not the case.
Granted, news writing is different that novel writing—but the general ability to turn a phrase helps in both.
I have been thinking about Robert Frost a lot lately.
I would like to think I have taken the less traveled path, but have I really?
I when to college.
I got a career building job.
I met a guy.
I got married.
I’m ready to buy a house.
That seems like the road everyone has taken.
Then I thought about it a bit more.
That is the road the LUCKY people have taken.
I could be in a cardboard box under an overpass downtown.
However, to me that was the path I was meant to take.
That was the path that was laid out before me in life.
Therefore, I took the well-traveled path.
If I have learned anything in the last two days, it’s that my path is not as safe as it used to be.
My path is full of rock and pot holes and sometimes cliffs.
When will I finally make that jump.
The one I am scared to make.
I need to take the step.
It made all the difference for Frost.
I know it will for me too.