The Diary of Girl Friday

I’ve been hard at work every night trying to come up with something witty to say to you, but the best things I could think of were poignant at best, and sanctimonious at worst. A while ago my mother asked me how I managed to be funny, and the thing is…I’m not really. I just find myself in ridiculous situations and laughing seems to be my best solution. I painted vivid pictures for you with my trusty thesaurus. That formula worked well for a while, but I found that I used humor as an excuse to write. If I couldn’t be funny, then I didn’t want to write at all. But I can’t pick and choose my passion. I have to be faithful to it, hold steadfast to my dreams, and put action behind my words. Instead of looking for excuses to write (or not), I want reasons to write.

I write because I must. I write because I am happy, sad, hungry, angry, in love, and brokenhearted. I write because I am alive and it is the only endeavor that that has given any meaning to my life.

Life is about curves, not straight lines. We have to learn to adjust, be flexible, and ultimately be willing to take big risks. I could be less of who I really am and hide behind cheap laughs, or I can be honest, clumsy, and free. This is a diary, after all.
Currently Playing: Tegan and Sara, I Won’t Be Left

There are so many things I mean to do that never seem to get done.  I have no excuses.  I keep saying that I’m going to read the classics, reorganize my closet, finish a scrapbook, and clean the silverware drawer.  Yet, I find an infinite number of things to do that seem more important—like watching the entire first season of Grey’s Anatomy on DVD, researching the minutia of tartans, and bitching about nothing in particular to anyone willing to listen. I hope I’m not the only one so far behind on the personal betterment to-do list.  Why do we make decisions against our better judgment? What am I supposed to learn from this (non) experience?

I berate myself and commiserate with you, but all the while there are small things we do everyday that are extraordinary that I’m sure we underestimate.  Today I managed to write for seven minutes during lunch after Latte Lady left to go back to work.  Those are seven minutes I could have easily spent mixing the perfect shade of lip-gloss or doing something equally inane.  I guess there are small victories for which to be grateful.

Tomorrow I vow to be a more disciplined office goddess, a health-conscious consumer, a well-informed citizen, and maybe a little less self-deprecating.  I don’t hold myself to unreasonable standards, I swear.

Currently Playing:  The Wreckers, The Good Kind