The Weary Writer

It’s been a long day. Well, actually it’s been a long couple of days.

It’s tax time here in Canada and between procrastinating, something I’m very good at when I want to be, and being genuinely busy, the deadline has crept up on me. So half my weekend was devoted to rounding up receipts, adding up figures and alternating between madly scribbling down numbers and scratching my head.

Today wasn’t much less hectic, work-wise or personally, and I’m tired. Pooped. Zonked. Drained. Done in and done for. Beat, dog tired and drooping. Get the picture?

I still need to write my blog post to stick to my schedule, albeit a self-imposed schedule, because it’s important to follow thru. It’s important to meet deadlines and it’s important to be accountable to my readers.

But, I don’t feel like writing. I really really really don’t, and if I had just a bit more energy, I might consider throwing a tantrum like a two year old child and throw myself on the floor. But if I did that now, someone would have to help me get up off the floor, or they could just leave me there and maybe toss me a pillow and blanket?

Ever have days like that?

So, I’ve downed a bottle of water to rehydrate myself. Sometimes that helps wake up my brain. At this time of the day I don’t dare try caffeine or I’ll never sleep when I actually do get to hit the sheets.

And, I’m here, at my laptop, staring at the screen trying to think of something fascinating to say, or witty if I can’t manage fascinating, or boring if I can’t manage either of those, but if the latter at least I tried.

Can’t bat a thousand every time, but maybe I can still score an “A” for effort?

So, what can I learn from this?

  1. I’m human, not a machine, and there will be days when I struggle to do it all.
  2. It’s more important to try than to walk away and throw your hands up in the air.
  3. You’re not going to bat it out of the park every time, but with practice and determination there will be more homeruns than foul balls.
  4. When I get tired I start using sports idioms like I know what I’m talking about. Anyone who knows me can tell you how funny that is.

And, now I’m going to bid you adieu and go to bed.

Nite, nite…..


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