Monday, November 29, 2010
Mission...Accomplished. Well, Sort Of.
Unlike our former Commander in Chief, I set out to do exactly what I said I was going to do. To be more specific, I did TWO things I said I was going to do. Originally, several weeks back, I set a goal to hit 20 for a post count for the month of November.
I did that.
In order to do that, I decided that I would come up with a list of 50 things I was thankful for in celebration of Thanksgiving, something that most people don't traditionally 'celebrate' in any way OTHER than stuffing their mouths full of fatty foods and watching football.
I did that too.
Considering all the stuff going on in my world at any given moment, I have decided that there is no hand on this planet large enough to give me the pat on the back that I deserve. So I am simply going to conjure one up in my head and give one to myself. Especially since no one else is lining up to.
I earned it.
That list might seem like it was easy, but it actually wasn't. The easy route would have been to go with people or more specifics, but I kept it general and I think I kept it very entertaining. In other words, not only did I force myself to be and think positive for a full fuggin' week, but I also kept it interesting in a general sense from the perspective of being an 'author'.
Yes, I know...I'll try not to break my neck sucking my own...well, you get the idea.
I WAS PROUD OF MYSELF.
And that doesn't happen very often, so I had, of course, planned to bask in it for an afternoon, do you mind? But this afternoon, I logged in and started reading some blogs, and then of course realized that in truth? I accomplished nothing at all really, except some clever words, a few funny stories and some minor distractions.
No, the giant pats on the back should not be directed towards me or the stuff I wrote about this week. They should be going places like here, or here, or here, or here, or here, or here, or here and many other places, with people writing about stuff that really matters. Big time, life-changing stuff.
Giant hand-on-the-back-worthy stuff. Attaboy stuff.
So I humbly duck just as the giant hand whooshes overhead, and let the thing pass on by, and recognize the week for what it was...a romp, nothing more, nothing less, and leave it at that.
I did learn one thing though...I use the word 'actually' WAY too much, actually. I'm going to make a concerted effort to use it less, actually.