I was exceptionally tired on my commute into work this morning. I was two minutes away from falling asleep on the bus which rarely happens. Although I had a company holiday for MLK day and could relax on Monday [Shoutout Marty King], I had a long day Tuesday which began with waking up at 7:30am then culminated with a humor writing class that I participate in from 7-10pm. Needless to say, it was a long day that ended with a Shake Shack burger at 10:30pm. If that was needless to say, why the heck did I say it?
I started to do PostADay2011 where I committed to post a blog entry every day for the whole year, but stopped doing it this weekend after only 15 days. The decision was made after I was on the ferry, coming home from seeing the Broadway show “Billy Elliot” at 11:45pm last Sunday with my 2-day younger cousin Kaitlin and I said to her, “Remind me to write a blog entry before midnight when I get home”. She looked at her watch and informed me, “We’re not going to get home before then.” I looked at her with a craze in my eyes and with a smiled asked her if I could borrow her blackberry for a moment. [I had just restarted mine, which takes forever] I signed into WordPress. The phone’s connection was sluggish as a result of the ferry’s lack of service. I started to have palpitations of the heart. I wrote a blog entry as quickly as I could about the first thing that came to my mind. Here is me doing it:
Here is the entry I wrote.
It says, “I saw billy elliot tonight and cried like a baby”. That was the blog entry. I wasn’t even sure if I spelt the words correctly. Not only did I admit something extremely embarrassing, but faithful blog readers may have thought I actually took time to write that. I read advice posted on WordPress that said, you should only write when you have something to say, meaning don’t post entries that are just to post. That is exactly what I did. Posted just to post.
Of course I feel like a failure. I’m embarrassed to leave the house. I cringe when I hear the word “commitment”. I can’t even look my dog in the eye. She is my greatest critic…and a big judger.
I feel good about my decision, nonetheless, because it is the appropriate thing to do. That being said, look at some of the pictures from my Sunday Funday in the city.
I went into the city with my Aunt and cousin, leaving behind my Mom [who was on facebook] and my sister [who was sleeping on the small/uncomfortable couch]
We took the ferry in.
Then visited Chelsea Market.
and the NYC High Line.
and was in Times Square after seeing the play.
The play we saw was “Billy Elliot”. The 11-year-old boy was an amazing dancer. It inspired me to do something with my life. Tonight I am taking leopard training lessons.