337 :: time flies even when you aren't having fun.
Isn’t that the truth?
Today has been one of those days where I don’t even know what happened between 8 a.m. and now. It is some massive blur of things that might have happened, did happen, shouldn’t have happened, should have happened, and all around mayhem.
Life/work are so crazy sometimes. I am very grateful that we are mid-week. Midweek always gives me some rush of excitement, like I have had some major accomplishment. I’ve pased the bend and I’m on the next lap and if I’m lucky I might just be in the lead.
Gosh, my analogies are so lame this week. Why is it that we all want to compare our lives to something else—a race, a game, an epic journey? Why can’t it just be our lives? What does perspective do to give us so much insight and outlook? Shouldn’t we be able to accomplish that without comparing it to something else?
I don’t think placing our lives in some type of context should make them that much easier for us to digest or applaud or validate. Is any of that even real?
God, I probably sound retarded.
So it has been a long day of projects and I am getting ready for a mega demo for a big alcoholic beverage brand in about 15 minutes. I’m nervous/excited but ultimately I’m ready. Which is a good thing. I really hate when my shit is nowhere close to together and today it is.
I am really excited about this evening which will be filled with
- Friends/family restaurant tasting @ some new upscale Mexican (you know I love my mex food!) that opens up later this week, @ 50 Carmine, that my friends own
- Drinks (and maybe dessert) at Waverly Inn
Yay! Life is good.
I need to hurry, must change my outfit prior to dinner. xoxo