I haven’t written in awhile.
For one thing, my mind seems to always be at my day-job, both awake and asleep. So much so, the number of nights this past month that I’ve dreamt about database pivot queries is embarrassing.
And second, I don’t have anything to write about that doesn’t lead me towards complaining about house claustrophobia, people’s dumb conspiracy excuses for being jab-less, mask acne, my car, and the lack of United flights to Dublin.
Rightly or unjustified, it’s too easy to complain about people and stuff.
I have to check myself for sure on this front, and remind this SELF that I don’t say often enough when people are being awesome and things around me are lovely. Also, a lot of times the “bad” simply aren’t worth the words.
As my darling Papa tried to teach us: If you can’t be a booster, don’t be a knocker.
Loosely translated? Shut it.
That begin said, taking the saintly route doesn’t mean there aren’t a few bumps.
To quote someone I’ve never quoted before …
I never knew until I saw this on Instagram that I had anything in common with the guy from Princess Bride. Learn something new every day.
Following Andre, I too have a rule about whining.
If I am to file a complaint (either online or to the heavens), then I have to post or say at least 3 positive things first.
It’s my 3-1 rock balance theory:
Begin with a trinity positive stones, so when a fourth one comes along, in whatever shape, it sits on perspective.
Right now I have 2 of 3 such stones, and they’re not very stellar.
- My recent coffee discovery of adding half a teaspoon of Nescafe Instant Classic to my French Roast brew is brilliant. And the aroma reminds me of my favourite B&B in Galway.
- Louis II, my new vacuum robot, along with Louis I … are doing a FAB job removing the dust that crept in whilst I had the windows open last week.
That’s it.
That’s all I’ve got.
Oh, I could throw in that The New York Times spelling bee section this morning labelled me a GENIUS. But that’s not me being complimentary – that’s just an online paid service stroking my Ego for having an expanded vocabulary.
So, not much on the 1,2,3 side to permit me a 4th pebble.
Which means my long-winded blog story about climbing the walls on what feels like Day 875 will have to wait another day.
To be fair, it wasn’t that great of a story.
Happy Sunday.
P.S. I’m going to work on my plus stones … promise promise.