Suffice it to say, if I didn’t already know, I’ve learned in the past week that I have to do things slower than the average person. This doesn’t mean I can’t ravage a to-do list as quickly as anyone else, it just means I have to plan better (Charlie Sheen) and put in more time. The strategy is no sweat now that I know the problem.
I’m kinda like spring this year. Peeking out but taking my sweet, sweet time appearing.
Yesterday, I knocked out three gonnas, one right after the other (Sara Cow – looking at you). I went to the doctor, who told me that things were cool. I went to my dad’s, who fed me and entertained my newest plan. I went to the massage therapist, who loosened up every muscle in my back.
I came home and stuffed my face like Kirstie Alley in a bakery before passing out earlier than I have in MONTHS. I think the switch of an early bedtime for the sending in of more resumés is acceptable, considering I haven’t gone to bed shy of 3 a.m. for a very. long. time.
Today I’m gonna: finally (hopefully) get my car fixed, add some more resumés to my ever-growing list, and let my third gonna be a surprise to myself.
All of these little things are building up for the great things to come. Kinda like this coy spring we’ve got going on. Or something.