Maybe it's the stress of work. Maybe it's the humidity. Maybe it's my recent carb and sugar addiction relapse. Whatever the cause, I'm working a serious case of the blahs.
Unlike Blue Ivy Carter who worked the VMAs last night like it was her job.
As a result, I'm running a little short on the old "writing blog posts" and "working on my novel" fronts. It's not a shortage of ideas. I have plenty of those. But it's a matter of tearing myself away from the Saturday/Sunday moving binges on the Hallmark Channel and ABC Family to do something more meaningful with my day.
Even while I sit there watching something I completely dislike (which isn't everything. I really enjoyed The Color of Rain on Saturday night and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles marathon on Sunday), eating chips that aren't as tasty as I remember them being, it still seems more appealing than going for a jog, making a healthy dinner, working on my book, or anything.
What does it say when the most productive thing I've done in the past week is draft two fantasy football teams? Not much, if I can't even blog about my quest to find my future Fantasy Football Prince Charming. (And I drafted some frogs with real prince potential, ladies, but you'll just have to wait until I get the energy to peel myself off of the couch to find out about them.)
So what do we do, my friends, to get over the blahs? Do we ride out the wave and accept that maybe we need a little break, or do we push forward? (This is a purely hypothetical question. I'll do one or the other, I'm sure.)
Eventually, I'll be ready to tell the blahs to go fly a kite, but for today... I think I'll watch the Emmys and re-watch Blue Ivy telling the world she woke up like this, because she's flawless.
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