Ever had one of those weeks when you just can't seem to concentrate, be an approachable human being, or even come close to attaining those great goals you have for yourself? This was definitely one of those weeks for me. For some reason, I just could not be productive this week at work, and for someone who likes to stay busy, non-productiveness is pretty miserable. And that didn't have a very positive effect on my mood or social behavior.
So I have decided to just give up. I know a lost cause when I see one. My weekend is starting right now. I'll try again next week.
Instead, I am going to forget about the realities of life until 6:30 Monday morning and "simply remember my favorite things, and then I won't feel so bad."
Musicals that always pop into your head at the most convenient of times.
Melted chocolate chips.
Gilmore Girls
Sisters.
The way the world smells after a rain storm.
The Carter Family Quote Board.
Going to bed on a Friday night completely exhausted and knowing that you can sleep as long as you want.
The time Jacob Bahr sat on a chair in AP Music and broke it in half.
All the awkward silences that follow Tyrel's interjections.
The time Kimberly was narrating Lost, which was playing in slow motion.
Memories.
Steak, cheese, and 2% milk.
Blogging.
Finishing something you started.
Starting something new.
Decorating my first non-college apartment.
The 20+ playlists on my iPod that correspond with my many moods and preferences.
Old pictures.
My awesome family.
Emails from real people.
Tangled.
The word "snarky."
The liberating feeling of a new haircut.
Starting a new book.
Putting my heart and soul into a Jon Schmidt piece.
Long drives.
The opening chord of "Everything I Do, I Do It For You."
Homegrown tomatoes.
Walking around with no shoes on.
Small-world occurrences.
Harry Potter! I can't believe it took me so long to think of this one.
My bed.
The moment when the light pops on in your head.
The colors of fall.
Chick flicks.
Long, hot showers.
Funny dreams.
Moments that catch you by surprise.
Machine-gun laughter.
RMs.
John Stockton and Jimmer Fredette.
Good ranch.
I wonder if Bahr reads this? Maybe I'll point it out to him, I'm sure he'll be glad to know he made this list :)
ReplyDeleteHe probably doesn't even remember it. For some reason though, it always stuck with me. :)
ReplyDeleteHa ha! I have a memory of Mark Bahr tripping over a garbage can while trying to talk to super tall Andrea. Those Bahr boys sure have a knack for making people smile...
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