8 Improbable Thoughts Before Breakfast

1. Hey, that’s a great title! Now write a blog about it.

title

2. What’s the secret ingredient in Alexander’s smoked chicken salad? Should I eat my last tub for breakfast or save it for supper? Write a blog until the urge passes? Ok.

3. Rainy days are the best for SAS programming and cramming a week’s worth of work into 1 long day.

procrastination

4. “Sugar is poison,” is my new mantra. I probably need hypnosis to reprogram my brain.

Ode to Elizabeth Cook and Apron Strings.

Ode to Elizabeth Cook and Apron Strings.

5. “Sugar is poison.” It bears repeating.

Fight Club.  For reals.

Fight Club.Touch my turtles and its on, bro.  For reals.

6. My kids’ ages are 17.083 & 10.75. Is it too late to become a helicopter parent?

I knew I should have dressed them differently.

I knew I should have dressed them differently.

7. I don’t think the icemaker is working… should I eat the chicken salad? Pauses to listen to cacophony of voices in head. The loudest one says: No. I should go to the damn office and do some of my assignments? Oh, Voice of Reason, where were you when I was AT the grocery store?

8. A quick glance at the Powerball results reveals that I must go to the office and DO GREAT THINGS!  Oh, wait– that’s Harry Potter.  I’m practicing the Way of the Little Flower by doing small things in a great way (Napolean Hill.)

The little things all add up.

The little things all add up.

 

Today, it’s not “Go Forth and Conquer,” but more like “Go Forth.” There’s no glamour in the grunt work, but it must be done. And with that, I’m on my way.

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About oldhwysixwest

I'm currently pursuing a PhD in accounting at LSU. I also write fiction when I can (usually 4 am).
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3 Responses to 8 Improbable Thoughts Before Breakfast

  1. I wish I could write like you! Of course, then I wouldn’t be sitting here trying to write 10k words a day to meet my deadline. I must learn to respect my deadlines. Maybe for the next book.

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