She said this in a cute, "hey wait a minute" tone as she put a spoon and some sherbet in her mouth.
She had looked over my shoulder at my computer screen in the disguise of a hug and found what she feared. She had been on the apartment hunt alone which is why I wasn't bringing in a single kill.
I wasn't helping us find a home. I was reading a new blog I recently discovered that is going to make me a better man. I thought about telling her this, but we both knew it was a lie. I smiled at her and asked her for some sherbet. She is nice to me when I'm dumb, which is why I'm marrying her, so she smiled back and shared.
I just wanted to start the search tomorrow. The productivity of September 26th had expired and I was willing to admit it. But what if it wasn't quite used up?
What is the smallest step that I could take right now? Tonight. Look for one apartment. Write one sentence for the blog. Read one chapter. Write one note.
I am setting a new rule for myself:
Break the day barrier. Sleep puts a wall in front of the flow of conviction. It makes it easier to settle. So I will do just one thing tonight. It will make the inspiration transfer to the morning.
Do all of my dreams start tomorrow? I write about this often because I think about this often. I think about this often because I fall for this often.
This tomorrow syndrome that we've heard about since first grade is also why I haven't worked on this blog for a while. I'm trying to marry this girl...
...and wedding planning has made the "I'll blog later" excuse sit on the surface.
But not tonight. Tonight I will begin.
One other thought:
You have to sacrifice free time to get to freedom. I like feeling like I'm learning that.
