No Cake for Dinner
I have to be at work in less than 30 minutes. But I can’t not write this blog. I committed to doing this every day. Every damn day. And I will not fall back on my promise. I am committed. I am crushing. I am tired.
That’s ok. That’s what coffee is for. And other forms of energy, like breathing in and out at a frantic pace.
I have nothing to say this morning. But since I’m committed to a blog post a day (remember what I said in the first paragraph? Are you paying attention?) I am putting forth a stream of words that may not mean anything by tomorrow morning.
Not much means anything. It’s all an illusion. That’s what some people say.
Who are they? Who cares?
There are people, wise people, people who put forth theories and systems and beliefs that say this world is all an illusion. A dream. Don’t get to attached. Blah blah blah.
Well, you try detaching from 16 flea bites on your leg? Or splitting open your index finger with a paper cut?
Or not knowing what you’re going to do with your life; your brief, limited time on Earth.
Oh hell…there I go getting philosophical.
That’s why I need more coffee.
Better to blow this whole thing out in a caffeinated rush of verbose garbage.
Because I committed to one blog post a day.
And it’s getting time to leave for work.
If I leave late enough, I’ll be one of those stressed-out drivers on the road.
We all know about them.
Driving along as if there were no one else on the road. Lost in their own world.
Stressed out. Panicked. Rushing somewhere. For something...
I will not do that.
I will leave now.
And give myself enough time to get to work.
I love people too much to be that person on the road.
I also love not being late.
That’s because I grew up in New York City and had to catch subway trains to get to school on time.
One can’t be late to school. Especially not now. The app will tell your parents.
And then you won’t get cake for dinner…