There are times when competitiveness is a really good thing.
I think. Maybe.
All I know is that I suffer from it A LOT (Do I? Do I really suffer? Maybe somewhere deep in my soul it would fall into the stuffed-to-bursting category of Things Which Are Not Good For Me, but I don’t suffer. I embrace. I revel. I wallow in it) and it
sometimes often gets me into scrapes.
Take the other week, for instance, when I ran too, too far and too fast and too hard all at once, and have had to take days&days&days off running because I don’t want to turn a small knee injury into a chronic, bad one. Duh!
Take this week, when I (quite arrogantly, in some cases) wrote guest posts for other people, but wrote so much and so hard and so fast, that they turned into double posts and required extra space and time for those generous people. Added to which the efforts to keep momentum, and keep people interested in the in-betweeny-waiting parts…oy!
Annnd I might actually have sore muscles in my hands from typing so much. And the ‘s’ has worn off of my keyboard. And the ‘a’ is on its way out.
Take earlier this evening when I went out to run/throw a ball around/climb all over a playpark with two friends of mine, and a super-cool 8 year old, and I perhaps decided that I’d be able to get a decentish workout in, while I’m not running. And I could so *almost* do a pull up, that I tried too many times. And my shoulder hurts.
Take right now, when I’ve been SO entrenched in playing a game of Facebook Scrabble with Susan (who, by the way, STILL HANDS ME MY ASS EVERY TIME…) that I have NOT written, NOT done the linkie for my co-hosts until a nanosecond ago, and I have NOT managed to un-hook yet. I’m still mulling over what to do with all those vowels…
And then there are the times when I’m NOT winning (at whatever (like, f’rinstance, getting to my own blog-hop on time. Ever.)) and I go the other way, throw my hands up in the air and make it cease to matter to me. I throw every part of that baby out with the bathwater and turn on every ounce of insouciant-couldn’t-give-two-hoots-about-it-ness that I have within me to give.
And other times when I’m not winning, and there are too many distractions (like Husbands, the sudden need to emergency-cook because we goofed at shopping and are hungry enough to eat the bobbings of a horse, and PEOPLETALKINGTOMEOHMIGOSH) I might just have a computer accident and shut down. Entirely. To do updates.
(So sorry. That was
a bit crappy of me.)
BUT! Eventually, and in the end, and all kinds of whether-or-not-you’re-still-speaking-to-me, I will pull through. I’ll be there.
I might be late and a bit shamefaced. But I’ll be there.
First Place: Hey, I nearly did a pull up. That counts.
First Place: I chased the sunset the other day, having decided that I simply *must* see sunset over water RIGHTNOW. So I got on my bike and schlepped out on a few new routes until I found it. And it was beautiful. Me, two swans, a duck and some drunk teens, all bound under the same orange skies.
First Place: I have decided that as I am no longer going to be stealing pictures from Google (though I may, on occasion, steal one from Kristi (thanks Kristi)) I am going to empty my pictures folder, let go, and just DELETE THEM ALL. I’m thankful I now have my dear little Considerette to carry the can. And photos. And my phone for the photos.
First Place: Phone.
First Place: Photos.
First Place: I have NEARLY finished all my guest posts. I have one part of one story left to go. No, wait, I signed up for another one. You know what, I’m just glad people want to read me, even if it’s sometimes an effort.
First Place: Thankful that Laura’s gotten me into the A-Z in April challenge. And Kate, cos I think I knew Kate was doing it before I knew Laura was doing it, but then between them they got me psyched. And…er…competitive. Because I have this whole big PLAN, and I’ve totally been making a big deal about it and not telling. Yet.
First Place: Plans. I don’t plan. But sometimes I do. And when I do I’m usually thankful. But (and this is maybe a backwards thankful) I need to PLAN to put a book and a little light by my bed, so I can write down ideas for blog posts. Because last night I had the most GORGEOUS idea for a thing. And I can remember, quite distinctly, thinking to myself “I must remember this – I must take NOTE of this idea in my brain.” And now I can remember alllllllll about the ‘I must remember…’ part, and not what it was I was meant to be remembering. Duh!
First Place: Emergency-cooking is something we can do, because we (just) had enough ingredients. And I rock at cooking. So it was yummy, even though we were both in very snarly moods whilst it cooked. I am thankful for a full tummy and for feeling less snarly when I’m not ravenous.
First Place: More gardening tomorrow. And the cherry tree is nearly in blossom…
YOUR TURN! Take first place…
(The irony will be if I *am* late to my own hop, and I don’t get first place. Cos I really hate when that happens. But apparently not enough to motivate me to be on time, or turn into a better person.)
(It’s fine. I’m first. I’m sure you all feel a bajillion times better knowing that I’m such a good person…)