I completely didn’t write yesterday. I remembered, but then I forgot. That’s how it works sometimes. But I wrote today and published not one, but TWO articles.
Did I just find my hashtag?!?
ASIDE: I once heard a podcast wherein the person said that they were asked to sift through all of their social media and online presence and remove all of the curse words and such and that so totally did NOT resonate. They also worked for a potential future president. So. Not. Me. But maybe that’s also why I keep being number two? Cause of the curse words? Hrm…
I find that when I’m in the mood to write, I write a LOT and that seems to be where we are so I’m writing and scheduling a lot of posts. Ideally at ten in the morning. Unless I’m posting what I’m writing RIGHT NOW.
The other thing that resonates about this particular quote is that I tend to work and live and exist that way as well.
Stream of consciousness writing.
Periods of rest followed by periods of productivity.
Set up the process and follow it infinitum.
I mean I haven’t been diagnosed with manic depressive disorder, but I act like it sometimes.
A little bit.
And while in the productive periods, I don’t know how to pace myself. I just GO. I have to be careful that I don’t churn to burn out. Or forget to take a break. Or, y’know, eat.
We’re in a productive period at the moment and I’m channeling that energy towards writing and posting and kicking ass.
And, apparently, accidentally finding my hashtag.
I always thought it was more along the lines of #PurpleRain as it’s one of my favourite hair colors even though it’s also one of the hardest colors to maintain.
I can’t resist a good punchline. Or pun. Or performance.
The other day I was running with the Nacht van Groningen and there was a group of young people throwing a party on a boat next to the trail.
One of them grabbed an extra beer and started offering it to runners ahead of me.
I couldn’t resist.
I grabbed the beer and acted like I was drinking it.
I laughed and returned the still full beer bottle. Ran on. Some of the runners near me laughed with me and made jokes.
There’s a lot to unpack there.
I’m still figuring things out – blogging, working, living – and I’ll let you know what works for me. But do let me know what works for you as well.
This is a collaboration, not a monologue.
There’s a lot to unpack there as well.
But at the moment my daughter is demanding to go outside so that’s enough writing for now.
“Ik ga ook buiten.”
Thankfully, it’s not raining.