One of those days

Maybe it’s because I pushed myself really hard the last couple of days to meet a deadline. Maybe because it’s been so ridiculously hot (almost 100 degrees, with disgusting humidity).

Whatever the cause, I’m not feeling on top of the world, and that’s okay. I can’t expect to all the time. Sometimes, though, it morphs, and I start to feel like I can’t do anything right and nobody wants to hear what I have to say. I comment on a blog post, and my comment is never approved. I comment on somebody’s Facebook link about why my experience is different and I’m told that my opinion doesn’t count. A friend told me that she doesn’t think my online friends care about some of the stuff I put up on Facebook or Twitter.

Not the best mood to try to write in. What’s the point? Nobody will want to read it anyway.

Yeah, I’m having a “Poor Pitiful Pearl” day again. Maybe next week will be better. Maybe I’ll decide those reactions don’t count. As the last line of one of my favorite movies says, “It’s not all sunglasses and autographs.” That doesn’t mean it’s not worth trying.

Now, I think, I’ll go do something useful with myself, like pay bills, shred papers, and deposit a check. I’ve turned off comments for this post (mostly because I assume anyone who’s reading my blog has already shown that they do care what I have to say). Have a good weekend, everyone! Next week, I’ll talk about what’s coming up here on the blog.

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