Good morning readers. I sit here on my patio this morning trying to get up the energy to be productive. Yesterday was an absolute WHIP.

A beat down.

An exercise in control.

I think I was successful for three reasons:

1.) I didn’t tell anyone to eat me.

2.) I didn’t cry

3.) I didn’t get an email from my boss telling me to slow my roll.

The day started off kinda well- hit the gym, did some miles. I had strong opinions about a woman who was dressed way too nice to be at the gym, but in retrospect, if she wants to be fancy, go for it. I maintain that I look like shit when I work out and will continue to do so.

I posted a rather humorous blog about some thoughts that had been brewing, and it all went downhill after that.

I’m pretty sure that when I was loading up my car for the day, in addition to my three bags of crap (work crap, volunteer crap, other random crap), I also packed my witches broom.

Actually, I think I symbolically rode the broom all day.

I had a flat tire yesterday. While wearing all black. And pants. That was fun. The good news is that I have mad tire changing skills and I cranked it out in less than 15 minutes. I kinda felt like the Dad in “Christmas Story” when I said “TIME ME.”

I could go on and on about the joys that were yesterday, but that is counter productive to setting myself up for a good day today.

Instead, I’m going to focus on navigation.

Focusing on navigation new paths. New projects. New interactions. Understanding how to navigate a very uncharted water in interpersonal relationships.

I’m throwing away all of my old maps and trying a new plan. One might suggest that I’m doing OPPOSITE of everything I’ve ever done before.

So there you have it. My last 24 hours. My goal today is to be less snarky, more awesome. To keep the tone out of my voice. To be productive. To not be an asshole.

To find a moment to tell someone hi. To reach out to someone I haven’t talked to in a while and say “you were on my mind.”

To navigate the uncertain waters of this July. That is my goal for the day.

Oh ya, and to bury deep inside of me the witch that was so close to locking Dorothy in the tower. I’ll put a leash on the flying monkeys. Or in this case, Gus and Weezie.