LJ Idol: Tempered, Like a Fine Steel
"Okay, here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed. One winner, forty-two losers. I eat losers for breakfast. Breakfast? Maybe I should have had breakfast? Brekkie could be good for me. No, no, no, focus. Speed. Faster than fast, quicker than quick. I am Lightning."
~ Cars, 2006
Any parent of a child who has been a toddler since this movie came out just cringed. I know this. I have a toddler and even before he was alive, I watched this movie about 10,000 times with my godsons. I sympathize with all those cringing parents, but... I empathize with Lightening in this moment.
Picture it:
The alarm goes off at 6. You roll over and turn it off. It goes off at 6:10 - what can I say? You know yourself. You hit snooze. Repeat this pattern until 7:45, when you suddenly jolt awake. Crap! You're late. No time to say hello, goodbye, you're late, you're late, you're late!!!
This was my life for so long. On any given day, this could still be my life. I am not a morning person.
"I don't want to work. I don't want to get dressed in anything but yoga pants. I don't want to eat healthy breakfast. I want fast food. I don't want to pack up my leftovers. I don't want to floss my teeth. I don't want to wear make up, do my hair, pick out jewelry, shower... Just, no. Today, I don't wanna adult! You can't make me! I can't even make myself!"
And so, it begins. The day is inevitably gross. I'm flustered. I feel caught off guard every time I get an email or my phone rings. My anxiety gets so high that everything sets it off. By the time 5:00 rolls around, I'm bolting out of the door, with emails unread, and phone messages unheard, and projects incomplete for the next day. Just gross all around.
The alarm goes off at 6. You roll over and turn it off. You roll back to your lover and give one last kiss, then you hoist your butt up out of bed. Gym. Shower. Music. Feeling good, today. Breakfast? Oh, that's right, you bought a smoothie and put it in your fridge waiting for your drive to work. Coffee, good! Water, good! Banana, good!
That was my morning this morning. It's a work in progress, but the difference is noticeable and distinct.
I'm totally wearing this cute dress. I think I'll try that new eye shadow trick. That dress looks good with this necklace. I'm glad I ate that banana, I feel so much better than I do when I skip breakfast! Today, I'm killing it. Today, I'm going to knock off every one of my to do list projects. Today, I'm going to get ahead.
And so, it begins. The weather is gross, but you know what? We desperately need the rain. Dude is emailing me every five minutes, but I've got this. He can chill. There... now he's laughing. Much better. I'm grooving to the music today. I can probably work until 6 and be totally set for tomorrow, or hell, the week! I've got this. Today, I am a mother-effing hammer. You can't stop me! Don't even try!
"Okay, here we go. Focus. Awesome. I am awesome. I'm a winner. I eat failure for breakfast. Breakfast? In a minute, but right now, focus. Awesome. Smarter than smart, tougher than tough. I. Am. KILLING. It. Today!"
Tomorrow? I guess we'll see.
This entry was written for therealljidol 03: "Everything looks like a nail." If there is one, I will share the poll. Thanks.
~ Cars, 2006
Any parent of a child who has been a toddler since this movie came out just cringed. I know this. I have a toddler and even before he was alive, I watched this movie about 10,000 times with my godsons. I sympathize with all those cringing parents, but... I empathize with Lightening in this moment.
Picture it:
The alarm goes off at 6. You roll over and turn it off. It goes off at 6:10 - what can I say? You know yourself. You hit snooze. Repeat this pattern until 7:45, when you suddenly jolt awake. Crap! You're late. No time to say hello, goodbye, you're late, you're late, you're late!!!
This was my life for so long. On any given day, this could still be my life. I am not a morning person.
"I don't want to work. I don't want to get dressed in anything but yoga pants. I don't want to eat healthy breakfast. I want fast food. I don't want to pack up my leftovers. I don't want to floss my teeth. I don't want to wear make up, do my hair, pick out jewelry, shower... Just, no. Today, I don't wanna adult! You can't make me! I can't even make myself!"
And so, it begins. The day is inevitably gross. I'm flustered. I feel caught off guard every time I get an email or my phone rings. My anxiety gets so high that everything sets it off. By the time 5:00 rolls around, I'm bolting out of the door, with emails unread, and phone messages unheard, and projects incomplete for the next day. Just gross all around.
The alarm goes off at 6. You roll over and turn it off. You roll back to your lover and give one last kiss, then you hoist your butt up out of bed. Gym. Shower. Music. Feeling good, today. Breakfast? Oh, that's right, you bought a smoothie and put it in your fridge waiting for your drive to work. Coffee, good! Water, good! Banana, good!
That was my morning this morning. It's a work in progress, but the difference is noticeable and distinct.
I'm totally wearing this cute dress. I think I'll try that new eye shadow trick. That dress looks good with this necklace. I'm glad I ate that banana, I feel so much better than I do when I skip breakfast! Today, I'm killing it. Today, I'm going to knock off every one of my to do list projects. Today, I'm going to get ahead.
And so, it begins. The weather is gross, but you know what? We desperately need the rain. Dude is emailing me every five minutes, but I've got this. He can chill. There... now he's laughing. Much better. I'm grooving to the music today. I can probably work until 6 and be totally set for tomorrow, or hell, the week! I've got this. Today, I am a mother-effing hammer. You can't stop me! Don't even try!
"Okay, here we go. Focus. Awesome. I am awesome. I'm a winner. I eat failure for breakfast. Breakfast? In a minute, but right now, focus. Awesome. Smarter than smart, tougher than tough. I. Am. KILLING. It. Today!"
Tomorrow? I guess we'll see.
This entry was written for therealljidol 03: "Everything looks like a nail." If there is one, I will share the poll. Thanks.