To Whom It Concerns

Ladies! Today was a most-productive day! And I feel great!

After I finished writing my “I’m baaack” blogs last night, I stayed up and did something I haven’t done in a while…I wrote…and wrote…and wrote…until about 8:30 ish this morning.

Reeewiiiind…

When I finished blogging last night it was around 2ish in the a.m. I was tired, admittedly, so I played with the idea of “taking a nap” for an hour or so and getting back up to do some work. pause for the cause. Now, that inspired little idea never quite works out well for me because a power nap quickly turns into a good night’s sleep, despite my best intentions. So, instead, knowing myself like I do, I decided to stay up and bang the work out. I hit my second and third winds (you know the point when you’re so tired, you’re not even tired anymore and your energy just picks up?) and really got some things done.

So I stayed up wrote until about 8:30, took a shower, decided to send off an application and then, around 10:30, I took a nap, (I had to do it). I woke up around 2 and I’ve been working through my “to do list” since then. It’s like, once I got started, I did not want to stop. I had to actually make myself go and get food, and you know that’s commitment. It’s like I actually wanted to see how productive I could be, instead of putting things off until tomorrow or the day after that. Procrastination, I rebuke thee!

In any case, that was not the topic of today’s blog, but I just wanted to share. Now I see why people with such a strong work ethic are so super successful- you really have to get too fed up not to something, want it so badly you can’t sleep and work so hard that you surpass being tired. I’m there.

So, while I did go and get food, I didn’t actually eat until half an hour ago. I was trying to hold off until my actual dinner time (after 9 p.m., natch) but I was starving, so I went ahead and ate.

While eating, I caught a re-run of Roseanne (if you don’t know, seriously, get familiar) that I loved! It’s the episode where Roseanne, proud that her child was finally being recognized for an actual accomplishment, forced a mortified Darlene to read a poem she had written for homework at school’s “Culture Night,” per the prodding of Darlene’s teacher. This poem marked like one of the first times that Darlene, resident smart ass and heir apparent to Roseanne’s biting wit, shows any vulnerability…and she does it in front of her mother and her aunt, and the entire audience. Here’s a clip-

To Whom It Concerns by Darlene Conner

“To Whom It Concerns, Darlene’s work will be late, it fell in her pancakes and stuck to her plate.

To Whom It Concerns, my mom made me write this, and I’m just a kid, so how can I fight this.

To Whom It Concerns, I lost my assignment, maybe I’ll get lucky, solitary confinement.

To Whom It Concerns, Darlene’s great with a ball, but guys don’t watch tomboys, when they’re cruising the hall.

To Whom It Concerns, I just turned 13, too short to be quarterback, to plain to be queen.

To Whom It Concerns, I’m not make of steel. When I get blindsided, my pain is quite real.

I don’t mean to squawk but it really burns, I just thought I’d mention it, to whom it concerns.”

Love it! And yes, I did cry when I watched it again (for like the 20th time), as I do every time. It always gets to me.

Just thought I’d share.