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Jan. 21st, 2013 10:19 pmI'm Ani, and I shouldn't have tried this.
I shouldn't have bothered to sign up for this, I certainly shouldn't have spent the money, but I so wanted to believe I had the competence. Truth is I don't. It's not even the time, it's the brain blur, I have a small child. Truth be told I have several small(er than me) children, but really only one of them proves to be problematic. See I missed the Week 0 post, in fact I found it 2 hours past the submission deadline, when the Week One topic came up, because I was nursing a baby, yes, for three straight days. Sometimes that happens to me.
To be fair, on the 18th I was in a bar, somewhat drunk (and not nursing a baby) and watching someone get fired, (and lots of other people get very drunk) and on the 19th I was entertaining my lovely step-daughter and her boyfriend, and listening to them tell me about all of their issues and dramas and upcoming work and travel plans. And then yesterday, well yesterday I spent with the other step-kid, trying in vain to bond with teenagers. And here we are two hours past deadline and I suppose I'm doing this more for myself than anyone else, I worked all day, came home, pumped the milks for the next work day, cuddled and played and snuggled the baby who had broken out in hives for some still unknown reason, and finally I slipped onto LJ hoping to catch up, and there I saw it, I missed the start.
How do you fail at something you haven't even started?
I'm a mother and I place this first on the list because it above all the other things is the Who of What I am, a pole dancer, a bartender, a waitress, a bar back, a DJ, a night auditor, a day manager, a VLT service provider, a hockey game commenter, a girlfriend, a housebunny-queen-of-the-baked-goods, an amature writer, the daughter of a drug addicted novelist, and a misanthropic disenchanted salesman. I am a sister to a brilliant autistic savant-esque brother.
I'm the woman who's not afraid to wear a cat ears headband in public.
I will happily do cartwheels in the sunshine, bounce my boobs for money, argue politics over decent red wine, listen enthused about your day to day work, no matter what it is, because I fully believe we are all important.
I might be an addict, an alcoholic, a misanthropic disenchanted former lesbian, I might be tired, and thirsty and in need of a bath (and maybe another glass of wine).
I am Ani, and every day I learn more and more about what that means.
I shouldn't have bothered to sign up for this, I certainly shouldn't have spent the money, but I so wanted to believe I had the competence. Truth is I don't. It's not even the time, it's the brain blur, I have a small child. Truth be told I have several small(er than me) children, but really only one of them proves to be problematic. See I missed the Week 0 post, in fact I found it 2 hours past the submission deadline, when the Week One topic came up, because I was nursing a baby, yes, for three straight days. Sometimes that happens to me.
To be fair, on the 18th I was in a bar, somewhat drunk (and not nursing a baby) and watching someone get fired, (and lots of other people get very drunk) and on the 19th I was entertaining my lovely step-daughter and her boyfriend, and listening to them tell me about all of their issues and dramas and upcoming work and travel plans. And then yesterday, well yesterday I spent with the other step-kid, trying in vain to bond with teenagers. And here we are two hours past deadline and I suppose I'm doing this more for myself than anyone else, I worked all day, came home, pumped the milks for the next work day, cuddled and played and snuggled the baby who had broken out in hives for some still unknown reason, and finally I slipped onto LJ hoping to catch up, and there I saw it, I missed the start.
How do you fail at something you haven't even started?
I'm a mother and I place this first on the list because it above all the other things is the Who of What I am, a pole dancer, a bartender, a waitress, a bar back, a DJ, a night auditor, a day manager, a VLT service provider, a hockey game commenter, a girlfriend, a housebunny-queen-of-the-baked-goods, an amature writer, the daughter of a drug addicted novelist, and a misanthropic disenchanted salesman. I am a sister to a brilliant autistic savant-esque brother.
I'm the woman who's not afraid to wear a cat ears headband in public.
I will happily do cartwheels in the sunshine, bounce my boobs for money, argue politics over decent red wine, listen enthused about your day to day work, no matter what it is, because I fully believe we are all important.
I might be an addict, an alcoholic, a misanthropic disenchanted former lesbian, I might be tired, and thirsty and in need of a bath (and maybe another glass of wine).
I am Ani, and every day I learn more and more about what that means.
