Five for Fridays.
Blogger Cecily K has a new feature that I’m totally cribbing. She has a post that is her Just Wrtiting. A mind dump, a stream of consciousness, a purge of the junk that stunts us from having clear thoughts. It just gets you writing.
With NaNoWriMo around the corner, I need to get this writing thing back on track.
Since I’ve been flaky about writing, and I like the organized chaos of JUST WRITING today’s Five For Friday is a mind dump. I don’t feel like writing a tome and I owe my Cub Scout Parents an email.
1. I rather enjoy being forty and the moto I have adopted “Eff it, I’m Forty.” Blame it on the Goose, Blame it on the Boogie, but I have no effs left to give about much of anything.Not that I’ve checked out. Not at all. But forty means I say NO with gusto and passion. The hardheadedness, stubborness, and rhymes with whitchiness will be on full blast. I really feel fabulous at forty and I am not apologizing for anything (except Karaoke night).
2. In church we sing this song:
Praise the Lord, I’m free
No longer bound
No more chains holding me
My soul is resting
And it’s just another blessing
Praise… the Lord
Hallelujah, I’m free
I still have some challenges that I need to work through, but I feel lighter and happier. I closed the door on a part of my life that was not enriching me in any way. I have a few more relationships to sever and that will create room for me to grow in bigger and better ways!
The Target commercial with this little jingle had me Shazaaming like crazy. I finally found this upbeat ditty (not one of the songs that grate my last nerve) and I’ve been singing it all week.
4. I was prepared to purchase an expensive movie maker to move to vlogging. Over the weekend I met Jessica McFadden at the Digital Family Summitwho told me about Windows Movie Maker. My first attempt to add more video to my blog:
5. Anyone who knows me knows my phone is an extension of my hand. I adore my device and I’m one of those people who check my phone obsessively. Which was very puzzling when I was told that someone was trying to reach me and couldn’t understand why I wasn’t responding. Rather than this person stop me at one of the various events we see each other in, or call and leave a message, or email me, Skype, Facebook, Twitter, whatever, I had to hear secondhand about my lack of availability. I call BS. First, unless you are The Mister, The PreTeen, The Teen, my mom or my sister, you WILL NOT receive a call back if you didn’t leave a message. I am not a mind reader and I don’t feel like racking my brain to try and figure out what you may want. And why deliver the message second rather than like a grown up? I don’t think hearing from your cousin’s friend’s babymother’s neighbor is appropriate or professional. By the time the information has made it to me, It’s usually a bastardized version that’s either false or incorrect. How hard is it to have a face to face conversation? This way both parties have a clear understanding of what is expected and there are no misunderstandings about what was said.
On a happy happy, joy joy note, I see Gladwell tomorrow. I will do my best to remain composed and not act a dang fool.
Have a GREAT weekend!