PARMESAN CHEESE, THAT IS!
Did I fool you?
...yeah, ok. Maybe it's Monday night and yeah you guessed it, I've been awake since my alarm beckoned me from slumber one Sunday morning. If you're doing math in your head right now, that means I have been awake for approximately 36 hours.
I'm being seriously serious when I say I NEED HELP SLEEPING. Sleeping pills do not touch me. Neither does doTERRA (sorry all ye blogger moms reading this). So all of you that have witch doctor remedies or other things you do to help you sleep, hit me up. Hit me up with a nice soft pillow...and some Melatonin...ohh great I really need to go to bed right now. But first, words. That's what I came here for, dangit! And so did you! ...I'm guessing...um what else do you guys come here for? It would be cool if blogs had concession stands.
Let's talk about cold showers for a minute. Not metaphorically. NO METAPHORS. I mean actual cold showers.
The other day I was taking a shower. The spigot only emits pressure from one little spout, and it's a lot of pressure for one little spout, and in conclusion this shower feels more like one jet in a jacuzzi is dousing you in the back. It's pretty nice if you move around a little. Like a Poor Person's Masseuse.
So I was showering and suddenly the water turned cold...right in the middle of a rinse-off! Where is the justice? But then I thought "Ok, I've done this before. In Mexico." In Mexico, we had to light the gas which heated the water for the shower, and it took about 25 minutes to heat up. And we didn't always have gas (haha. HAHAHAHAH I'm immature), so we had to take cold showers.
That previous experience from the McKenzie Vault helped me get through this brief three minutes of a cold shower, and honestly it was not even a big deal. It wasn't a thing. I wouldn't have even brought it up if not for this blog. Whoa did I just analyze the existence of blogs just then...? LATER, MCKENZIE. LATER.
I just want to say this: I am not having an easy time right now. Grad school is the hardest thing I've ever done. And I've done hard things. Grad school has turned out to be the culmination of every hard thing I've ever done, but maybe that's just it, you see. I was being prepared for this. Those three years of awful in-between-ness and then the four years of school before that, that was a preparation time, a probation (I borrowed that fancy word from the scriptures). And this is preparing me for more sacrifice, more tears, more exhaustion, more crazy awesome learning experiences (it sounds like I'm describing parenthood, what) in the probably-near future. Can I just say "the future?" The future is always near. Like literally the future is 5 seconds from now. IT'S CLOSE. AH THERE IT IS! AAAND IT'S OVER. See what I mean? I think it was Einstein who said "I never worry about the future--it comes soon enough."
I'm ready now...to just let the "cold shower" of life wash over me and for me to not just endure it but be like "Hey this isn't so bad. I can do this. I like cold showers!" Mmmm yeah maybe I won't say the last part.
EXCEPT HAVE YOU EVER TAKEN A COLD SHOWER AFTER BEING OUTSIDE ON A HOT DAY IT'S THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO SWEATBACK.
Leave it to me to end a serious post with "sweatback."
And this.
WAIT DO YOU GUYS KNOW ABOUT THIS.
HERE.
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OK BYE FOR REAL.
BYE. GET OFF MY BLOG.
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