IT’S ALL IN WHAT ISN’T SAID

I keep meaning to sit down and write something. I have half-written posts on notes, in emails, in my head. Ideas for posts. Headlines for posts. But they all come to nothing if I don’t actually sit down and write.

Today felt like a waste of a day off. Load after load of laundry and then I sat down to work because I needed to spend a few hours keeping caught up with the giant pile of urgent emergencies I have right now, and it turned into nearly 5 hours and I’m nowhere near caught up even though I got two more presentations sent off for review. I still have one huge one and 3 more tickets waiting for me. All PPTs. All urgent. And a week of meetings coming up which means not getting any actual work done.

I’m starting off the week with holding yet another intro training for regional marketing staff, and I’m starting to question why I bother. Anders kept asking me if something was wrong today, but it just felt like nothing was really right, even though I was fine. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.

Right?

Mood: okay
Music: Matt Nathanson—Modern Love