Shoulda, coulda, woulda.
I catch myself settling into a rhythmic daily routine and choosing the path of least resistance. It is not fear, but lack of motivation that keeps me trudging along. Somewhere between my first cup of coffee and 8th load of laundry, I lose my mojo. Gone. MIA. AWOL.
Well, today is the day I am going to grab on tight and with all of my might, I will wrestle my mojo. I will make it stay. It will not go away.
When my husband comes home and asks me, “What did you do today?” I will smile, puff out my chest and proudly say, “I wrestled my mojo!” And, I won. Dammit.
I started a blog. Revolutionary? No. But, Milly Magpie is officially, official. Dinner? Now that is a different story.
Carpe diem my friends. Sandwiches for supper never killed anyone.