I just need to type something, anything to get the cobwebs out...
Today feels like one of those days when the act of writing about it is more significant than anything that actually happened in it.
Maybe that's because any kind of writing for myself at this point feels like a huge, significant task. But I must write, so...
I feel like today could easily be forgotten, as early as next week even.
Except that today is today, and no other. I put on a great outfit in the morning. (So into green & navy right now!) I had a good commute to work—what a gorgeous morning. I had some great business partner meetings all by myself. I got stuff done. I moved things along. I felt totally in control. There was no drama. And if being near perfect makes the day feel insignificant, then what the heck is wrong with me?
Do I crave drama and obstacles to feel significant? Perhaps. Yes, I think I do. Then maybe I should be more thankful on all the other crazy, annoying, irrational days that I have something to worry about.
At least on a day as near perfect as today my head is clear enough to sit down after work and write something for myself--even if it's about nothing. And totally stupid. And I'm putting the cats to sleep with my typing. At least I did it.