Apparently WordPress on my tablet thinks everything’s ready to publish despite the fact that I know I’ve saved things as drafts. Several posts this week have gone out in the draft state. At least one in the “I made a placeholder for a thing I plan to write about state.” I must figure out what I’m doing wrong and prevent that noise from happening again.
I don’t knit or crochet enough. I’ve actually done some knitting this week, but compared to what I should be doing to knit / crochet all the things I want (in some cases actually need) to make I need to devote more time to the actual act of making things with yarn.
Writing this blog takes longer than I think it does. Case in point: I’ve spent more time writing this blog than writing anything else. I wonder if better post planning on my part would help with the time factor so that I can spend more time knitting.
Actually blocking time on the calendar to get things done works at the Day Job. It does not work as well at home due to what I like to think of as the “since you’re not doing anything” factor.
I worry too much about what other people think. Sometimes it stops me fully enjoying things I enjoy, like watching classic horror films or sitting in my underwear and eating ice cream because I’m spending too much time thinking about what people would think of me if they knew that’s how I live my life when I’m not in public. (The reason you need to text or call me before you drop by my house is so I can put on pants. This has been a public service announcement. #themoreyouknowrainbow)
I had something of a crisis about this blog on Tuesday that I didn’t write about because I read (back to back, actually) someone else’s blog post about annoying Facebook posts and another blog post by someone who writes about writing that both basically said “if you’re not writing what I think you should be writing, you suck, are annoying, and should stop” and it fed into my (obviously now not so) secret fear that I actually suck horribly at everything.See also: I worry too much about what other people think.
Beauty is everywhere. The picture with this post is of the ground next to my car at the Day Job.