a blog post about nothing

Yawn.  I should sleep, I think. But I can’t sleep, I don’t have it figured out yet. Have what figured out? I don’t know. It?

Oh inner monologue, you make no sense sometimes, no sense at all…… Friday  night and it’s 10:30, my party animal self wants desperately to sleep, but also is putting it off. This must be why I end up tired.

So, because I love lists I went to the movie “To Do List”

Someone should really remind me to actually read the descriptions of movies before I go to them. Not that it wasn’t funny. It was hilarious.  Fabulous mindless, crass humor. But not exactly what I had in mind.

But it was one of those nights where I did, rather than think. I left work, I went to the bouldering club. I tore up my fingers and squinted my eyes at crazy criss crossing tape. I chalked up. I leapt. I hung. I met people in their twenties.  I always meet people in their twenties.  Casualty of being thirty something, single, and starting over.

I remembered that bouldering was fun before I injured myself. I was even a little daring. 

Then…. a manicure. Clear of course. But what else does one do after tearing up their fingers on a rock wall, but go get them massaged. Of course.  

I have nothing deep or inspirational to write this week. 

I think I’m flat out of blog juice. But hopefully it will come back soon. 

Tonight, I’m just practicing being. Just being. Doing what is in front of me and letting go of the inner monologue. 

Tomorrow, I’m sure it will come back to visit.