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Wednesday
Feb242010
Gratus
Wednesday, February 24, 2010 at 9:41AM
So, yeah, I was having a crappy day on Monday. Mostly, I think it was just the goodbyes of the whole thing. I really enjoy the isolation that my little suburban life in the outskirts of Texas is affording me, but sometimes I need a friendly face. One on the body of an adult. And this weekend last, I got it, bigtime. And then I got two of my favorite people in the world waking up in my house, having coffee with me, giggling in early morning sunshine. When that ends, it's a little bit soul-crushing.
My life, it's complicated. I usually go Spock when I get overwhelmed, logically thinking through why my face has met the quagmire and the steps I have to take internally to remove my head from my own ass, but sometimes you just can't fight the Kirk. Monday, I was Kirk, just without all the alien tail to hit.
Alien tail makes everything better.
But I didn't move to New Mexico, I moved to the 4th largest city in the US where UFO's never appear because they always wait for some toothless, unsuspecting Kansas farmer or West Virginian to mozie out to his outhouse in the middle of the night and that's when they strike, because no one will believe them. It's high school alien T.P.-ing at it's finest. And then all those toothless farmers and Deliverance-livers will collaborate to document the sighting no one will believe, and they'll submit it to the government and the government will call it Project Blue Book and people like me will finally have one way to track down their relatives, because they are all quoted in that book.
Crazy is as crazy is related to.
Back to Monday. I went Kirk for a long time on Monday, until 50ish people failed in every way to follow directions reminded me of why I chose to do this in the first place. So, thank you all for your virtual fistbumps.
I'm one of those saptastic people that makes grateful lists when life seems jolly rotten, because I know there's something I've forgotten, but it wasn't coming Monday. It came Monday night, my Pointy Eared List Of Clarity, and the top 50 items on my list were those 50 comments on that last post. A couple emails and a really good phone call thrown in to boot, and I'm feeling much better. Like, I don't want to quit. Like, I want to prioritize a little better and make better use of my time on and offline. Like, I don't think I could quit because you guys have this amazing ability to make things better in my life that you don't even know you're touching.
My life, she is grand. Perhaps I'm not going to know the classic definition of "success", but perhaps I don't want to. Perhaps I don't want to be classic. Perhaps classic isn't in my cards, but if I measure success by the amount of lives I've touched and been touched by, I have a cup that is running the fuck over.
And it's all your fault.
My life, it's complicated. I usually go Spock when I get overwhelmed, logically thinking through why my face has met the quagmire and the steps I have to take internally to remove my head from my own ass, but sometimes you just can't fight the Kirk. Monday, I was Kirk, just without all the alien tail to hit.
Alien tail makes everything better.
But I didn't move to New Mexico, I moved to the 4th largest city in the US where UFO's never appear because they always wait for some toothless, unsuspecting Kansas farmer or West Virginian to mozie out to his outhouse in the middle of the night and that's when they strike, because no one will believe them. It's high school alien T.P.-ing at it's finest. And then all those toothless farmers and Deliverance-livers will collaborate to document the sighting no one will believe, and they'll submit it to the government and the government will call it Project Blue Book and people like me will finally have one way to track down their relatives, because they are all quoted in that book.
Crazy is as crazy is related to.
Back to Monday. I went Kirk for a long time on Monday, until 50ish people failed in every way to follow directions reminded me of why I chose to do this in the first place. So, thank you all for your virtual fistbumps.
I'm one of those saptastic people that makes grateful lists when life seems jolly rotten, because I know there's something I've forgotten, but it wasn't coming Monday. It came Monday night, my Pointy Eared List Of Clarity, and the top 50 items on my list were those 50 comments on that last post. A couple emails and a really good phone call thrown in to boot, and I'm feeling much better. Like, I don't want to quit. Like, I want to prioritize a little better and make better use of my time on and offline. Like, I don't think I could quit because you guys have this amazing ability to make things better in my life that you don't even know you're touching.
My life, she is grand. Perhaps I'm not going to know the classic definition of "success", but perhaps I don't want to. Perhaps I don't want to be classic. Perhaps classic isn't in my cards, but if I measure success by the amount of lives I've touched and been touched by, I have a cup that is running the fuck over.
And it's all your fault.
Reader Comments (29)
Love this.
Well good then. As much as I'd love to head down your direction, I didn't want it to be for purposes of kicking you butt back online. And hey, I can be a pretty scary woman :)
Seriously, Love ya woman. I love your writing.
That is exactly what I wanted to hear.
Rock on, Mr.Lady. And don't you ever scare me like that again! ;)
I love you pretty honey. And I think you're wicked awesome.
Glad to hear you're sticking around. The Internet would be a less pretty place without you and your words around.
I loved waking up at your house and having toast (called English Muffins by us Texans) and AWESOME eggs, bacon and a plethora of fruit with you and your amazingly darling family.
ESPECIALLY when 3 of 3 declared that she liked Auntie Rachel better than Auntie Tanis, although we know that's simply because I gave her a feathery pink purse AND happened to be tossing her around at the time, WHATEVAH.
I heart you and can't wait until we can giggle in the morning sunshine on a regular basis.
XO
I loved reading Monday's post. I think it spoke to a lot of people. I've never believed that my blog will reach any greatness, nor am I sure I want it to, but there is still some of that questioning for me, especially since I've been spending so much time online the past few weeks. Although, it is full on acknowledged avoidance of chores HAHA!
Good. I'm glad you're not leaving. I'd have to kick your ass and I suck at ass-kicking. I'd probably wind up hurting myself and you wouldn't want that on your conscience, would you now?
Hooray!
I am a very serious instruction follower, I mean, it is what I do for a living. Unless those instructions are stupid and need to be ignored so as to stop something even more stupid from happening. Like Mr. Lady giving up blogging. I mean really.
You have such a way with words. My cup is running the fuck over too, sometimes. :D
So happy you will still be entertaining us! You would be missed!
Well thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster for this :)
Ummm, I didn't have a chance to comment yesterday. But I'm glad you found your fighting spirit, inner soul. Whatever makes you as wonderful as you are.
I remmeber you threatening this a few months back. You gotta pull up your bootstraps and quit trying to quit on us.
You make a huge difference in my pathetic life.
So, dammit, just be here. Okay?
Love You!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Miss Grace is right - you ARE wicked awesome, Mr. Lady. And count me as one of the many who look forward to your blog posts.
"A cup that is running the fuck over."
If that's not a definition of a very real kind of awesome, I don't know what is.
You're in Houston. I'm in Fort Worth. Some day we've just gotta meet.
Oh, sure, the one time I follow directions, I'm an asshat.
I admit it: I didn't really think you'd end up quitting. Not because you're one of those that hems and haws and goes back and forth about existential blogging crap, only to initiate a new lease on life where it's all about blogging (I dislike those posts, immensely), but because you, my friend, are a writer. And this is your venue.
Yes, a book is coming, but these stories and the supports you've shown others without even intending to is in your core.
Too bad, Mr. Lady. You're fantastically classic!
Glad you're through being Kirky. No one enjoys that kind of madness. We all experience that at home and we depend on you to provide the escape mechanism that allows us to NOT throttle our children or husbands. Or bosses. Or that person in the SUV with the sticker on her driver's window that says "Just Another Cool Cheer Mom."
I think once you get as involved in blogging as we are (see that? I just put myself in the same spot as you. It's a bonding moment), we can never really let go of it. Not completely. I know that I will always write an online journal. Be it public or private, it will exist. That said, where is the fun in writing something funny and/or brilliant and not getting the acknowledgment for it? I am the middle child: I need a REASON to do something. A feeling of "self-pride" isn't sufficient. Must have fist-bumps and hair rufflings.
Wait, you're totally classic.
Classic beauty, classic style, and a class act. Okay, that last one isn't really classic, but you know what I mena.
Wait, you expected us to listen? Hmmm. Yeah, I'm not so great at that. :)
I think we all have those moments of wanting to quit. Some more than others. I figure if you think it, wait a week and then decide. Generally after a few days, I realize what I'd miss.
In um other news...I am going to BH this summer and I plan on not being a wuss.
You know? We could start our own Blog-A-Long online seminar or something... or not... just a thought...
but it might could work, right?
Yeah...I blog because it lets me say things I don't say in my real life... often.
It has also helped me to reconnect to ME, the one who lives inside this shell.
For me, that is enough reason to blog.
Until people comment and like what you have to say... then all bets are off and I want to be rich and famous and wonderfully adored... okay, I'll take well-known and respected as an author?
And a really nice person:)
Hey Mr. Lady! I just have three things to say..........WTF? Peace, Mike.
P.S. Right?
please stay, mr. lady. i have reason too, i promise. a little over 6 months ago, i had never blogged and then bc of you, yes YOU, and some other mamapop-er's i gathered the much needed couraged to just... begin.
maybe this is me being selfish, wanting you to stay, when you may need or simply want to do different. just know that you would be missed if you weren't in the blogosphere anymore.
greatly missed.
you are loved, mr. lady, sir.
was away and missed any mention of leaving so I join in,, please don t . I m reading and applying your wisdom !!!
My bloggy life would not be the same w/o you!
For that post, I typed in at least 4 different comments, started to text you, then email you, then gave up because I couldn't quite say what I wanted to in a way that would make a lick of sense. Glad you're feeling less Kirk.