Just ten frickin' minutes
Tuesday, November 27, 2018
A thought that could be applied to so many things in (my) life, really. Like, if I'd just messed around on this guitar that currently lies within my sightline for just ten frickin' minutes a day, I might be able to do more with it than just make some inchoate noise every now and again. Or, if I'd listened to my dad, or my doctor, or well intentioned friends, and spent just ten frickin' minutes in meditation, or mindfulness every day, I might be less stressed out than I am. Plenty more example where those came from, without even needing ten frickin' minutes to think about it.
But the specific item that triggered this thought was my flagging effort at scribbling a regular post for this space, where, really, it just takes ten frickin' minutes for me to throw together a couple of thoughts, and dress them up in a manner than I'm not ashamed to share with you. After all, I'm rather grammar optional when I get rolling on there, and coherency is just a state of mind, right?
I know there's plenty of people who come on here and post a daily blog consisting of just one line, or one brief thought, and I promise, I'm not ragging on those folks, as I do envy the consistency. But as you might have noticed, I'm verbose enough to not be satisfied with a mere “I Pooped Today” update. (Actually, I think I've used that as a blog title before, but there was more to it). I'd have to describe the state of the bathroom, too. And maybe tell you what I weighed before and after the big event. But really, all that shouldn't take me more than just ten frickin' minutes. So, why haven't I been regaling you more regularly with those important details? (The post weekend weight was 2+ pounds higher than Wednesday's tally, even after flushing some of the evidence. Could have been worse, really.)
After all, it'll cost me just ten frickin' minutes on any given day.