Once upon a time I dreamed of being a famous blogger. I really wanted to rise to blogging stardom, to have 100s of comments a day, and have random strangers running up to me in the mall to tell me they read my blog.
There are parts of me that still desperately want this. And I got close – remember the time I went to that party and everyone was all “I read your blog!” ? Cause I think about that all the time and how awesome it was and how cool I felt. I would love to have more of that in my life.
And yet, I decidedly don’t have the energy to run with it. If I were getting 100s of comments I might feel more inclined to produce more content, but right now I get just enough attention to feel loved and so I just do what makes me happy. End of story.
Today I went to clean the salt off my windshield and the driver’s side wiper went flying off (remember what I said before about tweeting my driving coordinates so you all can watch me be dumb while I drive? Yeah, I really should start that). Anyway, this happened because the wiper came off in the snow this weekend and I failed to put it back properly because it was late and I was tired. Then I forgot to go back and do it right. Now I have no wiper. I don’t have the energy to go buy a new one today but it truly can’t wait because we’re about to start monsoon season. I also just realized I don’t even know if this is the kind of thing I can just stroll into the auto store and purchase. I assume so. But maybe it’s not.
In another special kind of failure, my family took portraits this summer. We have a whole envelope full of prints, ready to display. That envelope, and the disc containing the digital copies, have gone missing. What was the one errand I ran on Saturday morning before the snow came? A trip to buy frames for said family portraits. Standard.
So now I have more empty frames hanging on the wall. A girl simply cannot get ahead when she doesn’t have control over the organization of her home! Maybe I can insist my family home evening activity tonight revolve around an all-out manhunt for the portraits. I mean, if we assume that a band of Gadianton robbers broke in and hid them…it could work. Or my parents could just roll their eyes and ask if I shouldn’t be getting on the road before I’m late to my “monday night church thing”. Worth a shot.
I spent my snowy Saturday figuring out the cricut. Then on Sunday, when church was cancelled, I made the most adorable valentines ever. Unfortunately, I’m not sending them to everyone because they were ridiculously time consuming to make. So I’ll post pictures instead…later.
Another thing I got to do this weekend? Work on my novel. It felt really good to write again. So good, I plan to do a lot more of it in the near future. Maybe even today. Mmmm.