It feels like such a long time since I wrote something on here, that I’m afraid I may have forgotten how.
But they say that blogging is like riding a bike.
And by that, I assume they mean that you often get your cuffs caught in the chain and end up ass-over-teacups and laying in a ditch thinking, “I wonder if I can get a blog post out of this?”
And that’s where the bike analogy breaks down, mostly because the language gets a little salty. And also because it’s hard to use the word “sprocket” without sounding naughty.
So here it is: Friday.
Friday is my favorite day of the workweek. That’s because, by noon, we are all blessed with a miniature version of how we used to feel on the last day of school before summer vacation. We are antsy. We are eager. We are fidgety. And we are probably hopped up on Pop Rocks®, Pixy Stix®, and Hillside Condensation (the dollar-store knock-off version of Mountain Dew®).
Except I am older now and so I am probably hopped up on water, salad, and Oat Cluster Bran Bars (nobody wants to register THAT trademark).
In fact, “hopped up” is probably too strong a phrase for what I feel on a Friday afternoon after a long week of work and salads.
“Chopped up” may be a more accurate description, because I feel like I have been through the corporate wood-chipper. Except that I’m not feeling chipper at all.
If anything, I feel like mulch. Which, not surprisingly, is the main ingredient in Oat Cluster Bran Bars.
And that, my friends, is the circle of life in a nutshell.
Happy Friday, everyone!
And watch where you step.