Ok, let’s have a moment of honesty here. Who am I kidding, this whole blog is filled with shameless honesty (that I should probably sometimes be a little ashamed about…). I’m not so great when it comes to this whole blogging thing. Content quality – yeah I guess that’s alright (going by the feedback all of your rad, rad people give me), but frequency? Shameful.
Here I am, perched behind my desk, the floor behind me scattered with yoga mats (yes, plural) and empty tea mugs (also plural) and I am so damn content. Borderline happy. Oh stuff it, let’s just go with pretty freaking dandy.
You may remember back in the early days of my blog – who am I kidding, it was barely two months ago – when I spoke about being envious of people who went out and achieved their goals; grabbed them tightly with both hands and did incredible things with them that the rest of us got to read about on social media and sit there quietly sulking, wishing it were us instead.
“But no more!” I cried. “Time for me to do fully sick things!”
And so I did, comrades. So I did.
“Congratulations. I’d sound more enthusiastic, but I’m not that big a person.” – Meredith Gray
I’ve (still) been binge watching Grey’s Anatomy lately (George in that army uniform – gah, it gets me right in the blood pumper every single time!) and this particular quote stood out to me a little more than the seemingly endless witty one liners those ridiculously good looking doctors spit out every episode.