Ever wondered what I do all day? Of course you have! Join me on this very serious glimpse into my life.
Wake up. I continue to push snooze for 1 hour, 20 minutes in ten-minute intervals.
I finally roll out of bed after remembering that I must show up at work to get paid.
After taking a shower, eating breakfast, taking care of the dog, and deciding life’s too short to put on makeup, I leave for work—only after changing my outfit approximately 20 times. I end up wearing a variation of yesterday’s outfit and same shoes.
I arrive at work and instantly begin counting down the minutes to lunchtime.
After several hours buried in projects, it’s snack and news break time. I decide I don’t care about any celebrities that make up most of my news feed and instead read several articles speculating about the fate of Jon Snow.
I consume another sad desk lunch while working on client projects, trying not to drop an entire container of milk on keyboard, as I have done before (note to self, need to invest in more bleach wipes).
Time to head home. I listen to more speculative Game of Thrones podcasts while muttering at the road construction. I try not to rear-end every driver that happens to be on 494 today.
I finally arrive home and am attacked by ferocious beast known as Cosmo. He jumps on me until I take him for a walk, which I do, since it’s the only form of exercise I seem to get anymore. (Unless you count lifting up my glass of wine…I’m pretty good at that.)
I sit down and pull up a blank Microsoft Word document to work on a blog post. The typing begins.
Satisfied with my two words I’ve written so far, I pull up Facebook.
I return to the blog post—decide I hate those two words—start over with new blog topic.
After much thought, I decide I hate new blog topic, too. Struggle to write two new words on old topic.
Internally debate professions Cosmo would have if dogs worked. I can’t decide between politician or figure skater. At this point, I am leaning more towards figure skater, but I grab a cookie to help me think.
Yep, definitely figure skater.
I realize that it’s already 7:00 and need to make dinner. I quickly write something down, reread it a few times, cross my fingers that it’s okay, and put it up on the blog.
After making dinner, I reopen the Cosmo profession debate with Evan, who seems less than thrilled by the topic of conversation.
Inevitably, I fall asleep on the couch with either HGTV, Ghost Adventures, or Food Network in the background.
And we start all over again tomorrow!
Writer, editor, and storyteller living in the Twin Cities.