Week in Review: Week 256

Another week primarily spent avoiding contact with humans, but living a rich fantasy life.

MONDAY

Martin Luther King Day. A favorite quote: “People fail to get along because they fear each other; they fear each other because they don’t know each other; they don’t know each other because they have not communicated with each other.”

So simple. Just communicate. Say the thing.

TUESDAY

Today I met The Man of My Dreams. Stopped for a bagel on the way to work and asked for my usual, “salt bagel with butter and just a little bit of cream cheese.” Man holds up bagel and asks “do you want me to scrape some of the salt off?”

JBhgfHGV^%R%$#W@FVBhnl*IO!!!!! Do you know how long I have been waiting for someone, anyone, to utter those words to me?? I am a bagel shop Pain in the A**. I always used to ask for my salt bagel “with the salt scraped off,” and then had to endure the annoying looks and comebacks, “why don’t you just get a plain bagel?” Ugh.

A PLAIN bagel is Too Bland. A SALT bagel is like gulping down ocean water. But scraping the salt off a salt bagel leaves just the perfect amount of salty residue. It’s perfect.

But once the bagel is sliced and buttered and cream cheesed it’s harder to scrape off well. The sections slip around, you get cream cheese on your hands, ugh. It’s best to do it when it’s still all in one piece and unadorned.

Anyway, over the years I got tired of the eye rolls so I just started doing it myself, as messy and inefficient as that is. So for someone who doesn’t know me, to KNOW ME in that way?

Man. Of. My. Dreams.

WEDNESDAY

A big day.

A new President.

I jumped NINETEEN JUMPS. Not skips, jumps. I know this may not sound like much to people, but…look how long it’s taken me to get just this far! I’m a heavy person and I do not go airborne easily. I’m pretty pleased with myself. I’ll just keep plugging away.

I came across a post on TikTok about “the power of tiny gains.” It was saying if you can just get 1% better at something every day, just 1%, you’ll be like 3800% (weird number) better by the end of a year. The point was you don’t necessarily need giant goals to progress. And a tiny gain is much easier to accomplish than a big one. So that’s what I TRY for every day. I TRY to beat my previous “record.” My body usually gives out before I get there, but all that jumping and only reaching 4, 7, 13 jumps are still strengthening my legs and my heart and eventually I’ll surpass my previous high count. And then again and again.

He went on to say stop comparing yourself to others, cut out toxic energy and (my personal favorite) stop making excuses…and start improving yourself, even if it’s just by one percent every single day. These words have gotten me up onto my feet several times this past week when I’ve been so tired and haven’t felt like jumping up and down. And in just a week I beat my old record.

He was really talking about building a business as a creator, but it can be applied to anything!

Think about this with anything you’re doing.

Below: me after many agains and agains (plus, I want a haircut that will make my hair bounce when I jump and hahaha dance).

THURSDAY

Worked in office today and the day felt looonnngggg. It was also the first day in awhile that really felt like winter. We’ve been lucky so far this winter with mild temperatures. I do hope for more snow but…you can keep the frigid temps. Anyway, then spent way too much working on a blog post for Friday only to remember a crucial element was missing and I wouldn’t be able to post it as scheduled. Ugh.

Ever feel like no matter how much you plan and prepare, you’re always missing something?? 

I proceeded to make it up to myself by staying up til 4am watching such a sweet, adorable series. My face literally hurt from smilelaughcrying for hours but it was worth it.

Speaking of which…THIS: Revenge Bedtime Procrastination. I feel so seen.

FRIDAY

My cousin and her BFF do a really charming blog called Two Chums. Today she posted a story about friendship and…being kind to others cuz you never really know their story. I’m always cynical of these kinds of “and the moral is…” stories that make their way around emails and the internet, they just always seem too perfectly wrapped up…BUT…the message is valid even if the facts are not and it really touched me this morning. And I just thought I would share it…and her blog…with you. Cuz you never DO know.

PS/re a comment on one of my outfits last week: I looked up “drip” in the urban dictionary, and it’s: very swag and cool; can be used to describe an outfit/accessory, person, song, etc.

I feel so proud.

SATURDAY

Should I feel embarrassed that practically the entire day was devoted to taking down the Christmas tree? Maybe. Am I embarrassed that I spent probably an HOUR creating a “Music to Take the Christmas Tree Down To” playlist? Not At ALL.

That’s some senior-level procrastination, right there.

SUNDAY

Woohoo, I finally actually went somewhere. Went with a friend into the city to wrap-up her month-long birthday celebration. We want to a cute place that’s a combination plant shop/florist/coffee shop. Online I’d seen they have cute little mini-greenhouses outside to sit in and stay distanced and warm. In-person they were, indeed, cute…but also occupied so we just sat at a normal table and it was not too bad even though it was low 30s. When it’s sunny and there’s no wind, I’m not really uncomfortable being outdoors in those temps.

After coffee cuteness we walked around a bit. We were near the UN but when we got there all the outdoor areas were locked up and even all the flags were down. So, not as photogenic as I’d hoped. But still it was good to be out in the air and get to chat and catch-up.

Oh, I CANNOT get the tree out of the stand, ha ha. Katie’s always here for the putting up but never for the taking down…and that’s honestly, the harder part. Anyway, Tree in Stand is out on the patio and I think Stand will go with Tree to that place where Christmas trees go. We’ve cursed it for another years that’s it’s time to let it go anyway.

Sorry, this was really not an interesting or entertaining week. Not story-wise or picture-wise. Usually, if I can’t manage the one, I can pull something out for the other but…it was just one of those weeks.