Last week was the most challenging of my professional life. It wasn’t until I had a chance to go through the proverbial calm after the storm (this week) that I realized it. Like seriously, it felt like I pledged Gamma Phi Nonprofit, New York Chapter and crossed the burning sands into collared-shirtropolis. It made me a manlier man. It turned me from a cub to a lion. It pushed me out of my comfort zone. It made me zone in and productively zone out. It forced me resort to hiding in a quiet corner of my busy office like an NYC cockroach waiting to activate its night vision. Nobody could see me, but I was there…and not creepy.
And because last week was OD, all the people, places, and things that got pushed to the back burner made their way to the forefront this week. The schedule I made for myself turned into inedible spaghetti and my weekend looks like a modified workweek except I don’t have to go into the office.
I can’t completely complain though. A lot of good things are happening right now that you’ll know about when the time is right. One of the greatest lessons I’ve learned in the last year is to keep my mouth shut until the ink dries and the paper has officially went out for delivery. So yeah. Life is good and ish is on the upswing. But like a geriatric with some blue pills, I can still eff.
Eff these creatures that I’m trying to get rid of. I wake up and open a notebook on Thursday morning only to see Dirk Noroachski shoot a jumper and scurry off the page which was clearly being used as a basketball court. I can’t live like this.
Eff the microwave that has to be tossed because of said creatures.
Eff the woman upstairs for allowing the creatures to flourish in her apartment.
Eff the fact I fell off the wagon and ate a bag of sour patch kids. My sponsor took away my coin.
Eff water. I don’t drink enough of it. All I get is this dry skin and charlie horses.
Eff consistently buying things to make lunch then not making my lunch.
Eff this, I’m out. Your turn.