You know how fear is said to have an odor? You can smell it on me when there are rules to follow. If that odor had language it would sound like this…
Am I going to get it right? I have to get it right. If I don’t get it right, then, then…no one will like me and I’ll never work again, I won’t have ANY friends or any more income! And then what? I’ll have to sell pancakes from a camp stove at a rest stop on the I-5, and shit it’s cold out there sometimes, and rest stops are dangerous, aren’t they? Dangerous? Rest stops? I hate making pancakes. I’d better stand right here with this coffee cup and not walk over there, where those other people are walking, the rebels, with their coffee, even though the restaurant waiting list clearly says, “Coffee is for customers. Please enjoy it here, i.e. don’t walk away with it.”
Can you imagine when the rule actually matters? Like when it’s tied to business building and marketing and tweeting and talking and cold hard cash baby, ROI! Say it like this! Get it right–doh! You did it wrong! Sorry you suck. We’re sorry you can’t play the game with us. Game over.
You’re invited
Um. Shut up, brain. Shut it. It’s too much pressure! You’re making me break your stupid rules by being such a jerk about it. Brain! You’re making me hate you and I don’t want to hate you, brain, I want to love you. Can you feel me? I want to love youuuu.
So herein, I am breaking the rules by introducing my new blog to you, the vast public sea, before it’s complete. It’s not all spit shined and ready for the debutante ball. It’s a sprout of a thing. I invite you to watch it grow.
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Your brain in fits and starts is fuel for many little fires of can-i-get-it-righters. Thanks brave word woman!!
Looking good, missy! And I’m looking forward to following your adventures, be they inner or outer or everywhere.
thank you, mead.
(Just flew in from Twitter)
What a beautiful site! I look forward to finding out more about your adventure. Much better than rest stops!
You got YOUR “it” right, alright.
An invite to come pat the new earth around a fresh sapling invests us in the growth; let’s get some benches and picnic tables in preparation for the canopy of shade this will grow up and provide.
Congrats, and may it bring you as much thrill as you feel right now ~
~GirlPie
PS: Didja notice your name isn’t found on this page anywhere, “admin”~ ?
Thanks, GirlPie. Just sprouted another leaflet: figured out the admin vs name thing.
Thanks for flying in, Linda! Yes, MUCH better than rest stops.