Quite frankly, this is my 3rd attempt at writing this post.
The first one was a serious attempt at venting some frustrations which I later realized involved people who may read the blog. While venting is healthy for the soul, I aim to avoid unneeded drama at all costs. I unleashed my crazy on this girl via GChat instead.
The second attempt was a humorous look at “A day in the life…” I got to timestamp 7:47am before I realized my creative juices were NOT feeling the format. Strike two.
The third attempt is the one you are currently reading. I make no promises because quite frankly, you cannot force writing to happen. It happens if it wants to happen. I’ve accepted the fact that this post dated May 5, 2010 (a.k.a Cinco de Drinko 2010) will most likely win no Pulitzer Prizes.
And quite frankly, I’m okay with that.
Because quite frankly, today was a pretty good day. It started bright and early with a 4-mile run with Brett at 7am. Yes, seven in the morning. I rewarded myself with a slice of AB+J toast along with a chocolate cherry bomb smoothie…
1 cup organic skim milk
1 cup frozen cherries
splash of vanilla extract
1.5 T vanilla protein powder
1 T cocoa powder
1 cup baby spinach
The best part? I ate it WHILE taking a bath. Quite frankly, it completely confounds me why I don’t bathe + eat at the same time more often. It was completely enjoyable.
Quite frankly, lunch was even more enjoyable. It took me almost a half an hour to munch my way through some carrots + cherry tomatoes, dried apricots + a veggie burger sandwich (Trader Joe’s Vegetable Masala veggie burger + 1/2 avocado between two slices of Ezekiel bread).
Quite frankly, I don’t hate on what you eat and in exchange, don’t hate on what I eat.
Oops! Apparently I forgot to erase part of my post attempt #1 venting sesh. I’m okay with it because quite frankly – like I said – a lil’ venting is good for the soul.
Yog messes are also quite good for the soul, especially when they contain a homemade, fresh-from-the-farmer’s market strawberry scone…
Yog mess = one cup of 2% Greek yog, 1 T raspberry jelly + 1 crumbled strawberry scone.
Quite frankly, twas’ a slice of heaven.
Or what I hope heaven tastes like when I get there. If heaven tastes like strawberry shortcake, I will be okay with that too.
Quite frankly, I was infinitely excited to leave work at 5pm having already completed my workout for the day. Don’t you love the feeling of having NOTHING to do for a whole evening and the hours before you absolutely blossom with possibilities? Okay, okay…maybe it’s just me.
Regardless, I started off hour #1 of freedom with a glorious junk salad…
2 handfuls of spinach
1/2 cup cherry tomatoes
1/4 cup diced carrot
1 cup asparagus (sauteed in EVOO + garlic)
sprinkle of goat cheese
splash of balsamic vinegar
Then, I headed off to the local coffee shop – Clif Bar in tow – to start a new freelance writing project. However, that got derailed quickly when I decided to vent some frustrations to a friend which quite frankly made me more angry and is when I ranted and raved to Kailey who made me feel less neurotic + crazy before I decided should blog it out but then got a migraine and changed post ideas before leaving the coffee shop to grab a margarita per Kailey’s advice and came home where I am now blogging this post quite frankly with my migraine still intact.
I swear the coffee was decaf.
My “night of possibilities” was quite frankly spent making virtually zero progress on freelance work, increasing my chance for deafness by listening to my headphones too loudly, writing two hours worth of blog post material I erased and drinking tequila by my lonesome.
In the words of my man Billy Joel, “You may be right / I may be crazy / But it just might be a lunatic you’re looking for.”
Quite frankly, I really hope someone out there is looking for a lunatic like me.