Tuesday, October 6, 2015

The rain is trying to bring it but I've got socks on

'Life is never made unbearable by circumstances, but only by lack of meaning and purpose.' - Viktor E. Frankl

OMGYOUGUYS. NationalBlogWritingMonth* is coming up fast so I've got to get back in the swing of things. In that spirit, and high on the domestic bliss that comes with doing the dishes, laundry, and groceries all in the same hour, I'm attempting a post today. And one next week, and the week after, and so on and so forth until November hits and I'm spewing daily nonsense once again like the devil's on my heels.

NaBloWriMo comes at the ideal time, really, if you think about it. November is such a wonderfully gloomy month, perhaps second only to January or February in the calendrical 'why go on's'. The October autumnal romance is gone, you're a bit down but cosy with the knowledge that things will be looking up soon with Christmas, and in an effort to stay warm and dry and not short of hope, what better cure or past-time than writing? I know I take small comfort in it, and I'm not even a writer. I may even throw down a poem or two if things get desperate next month. I am BRILLIANT at abab rhyme scheme, so get excited for that.

Lately I've been playing this really fun game in the mornings that I think of as What Do You Remember or perhaps You Reliant Fool and the gist of it is seeing how many things on my to do list I can do before having to consult my evernote. For example, today it was the aforementioned laundry, dishes, groceries, and blog. (I'm pretending not to remember emails, expense reports, media, and invoicing.) Then I get the never-ending satisfaction of opening my checklist and ticking off stuff before the day's even begun. Doesn't that sound like terrific sport?

Speaking of wild living, the neighbors have invited us round for drinks. THE NEIGHBORS. Like, a SOCIAL call. Like, we're going to SOCIALISE. With the NEIGHBORS. Youguys. It's crazy. I am looking forward to it in the same part of me that wears an eyeglasses chain and wants to own calling cards and has a purse full of wadded tissue and dusty mints. (That is to say, the biggest part of me.) The Wolf is a bit groany about it but I am secretly excited. I'll bet they're wicked fiends, which is why they asked us to come over after their babas have gone to bed.

I will leave you now with this picture of an Argentinian cactus. This cactus is like me: watching the lush, healthy people around me thriving and growing and connecting, while hanging out on the edge, barbed and wishing I had tequila.

I also like how there's clearly something happening in the distance and he's craning to see it. Never confuse antisocial for incurious.

Big hugs and lots of love,
Essss

*This is not actually a real thing** but rather a misappropriation of National Novel Writing Month. I like to think the heart of NaBloWriMo is the same while the practice is wildly lazier.

**OMG just googled it and it turns out someone's created a National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) but since clearly NaBloWriMo is way different I'm going with it. I don't need no stinkin' community! CACTUS OUT. *mic drop* 

7 comments:

  1. This sentence describes my life, not just my life in the fall season: "The October autumnal romance is gone, you're a bit down but cosy with the knowledge that things will be looking up soon with Christmas, and in an effort to stay warm and dry and not short of hope, what better cure or past-time than writing?"

    Glad you're back.

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  2. It should be an Olympic Sport! :)
    Brilliant, my little cactus, just brilliant!

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    1. ha! Right! So thrilling, people would be glued to their screens.

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  3. You seem very hug-able for a cactus, dear.

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  4. YAAAY! I love Roni posts! I never get tired of your wit, humor, and all around kick-assness! Love you, roomie! Xx

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    1. I love YOU, roommie!! Speaking of wit, humor, and kick-assness, I am so excited about your new show!!

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