Signed up for the 30-day journaling challenge and it’s day 3 and I’m … behind!
I did revise a play and take notes on my memoir and read and write a third of an outline for a movie. So I’m going to call that day 1 and day 2.
All I could think of yesterday is that my daughter needs dental work. I mean when I wasn’t writing that’s what I was thinking about. She maxed out her benefits for teeth in February. Because insurance companies don’t really care about your teeth too much. Or preventive care. Why does she have weak teeth? What failure of ours is that?
All this means I’m cleaning and organizing because that’s what cluttered mines need to do to think. I can’t sit and stare at a wall or TV. That just makes me feel fat. And while skinny people might be able to get away with that, curvy girls have their own inner mean girl whispering things like ‘OMG you’re just sitting there…I can feel your ass growing bigger in the chair…”
I thought about things I want to do with the website. Like why haven’t I done a donate button or a podcast?! I think about selling the entire house on ebay. Well it’s a rented house but the contents.
Also? I think it’s hotter inside the house than outside.