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And just like that, it was Spring.

The End.

No, not really. I just wanted to end a perfect thought before starting a new one…. Because I still have a TO DO list consolidated into a bunch of little notebooks that all look alike… And although the list is ongoing, I have noticed a very sharp turn of events… A hairpin, if you’d like. Things like, DESIGN LOGO FOR NEW CLIENT THAT YOU HATE, have been replaced with words like PLAYGROUND, ENGAGEMENT PARTY, BUY MORE SHORTS, BLOG ABOUT THIS. But you know what hasn’t changed? My ability to put pressure on myself to complete all things on the list immediately. I mean now. RIGHT NOW. And although I find great peace and quiet in most of the things that I choose to do, I can also equate the pleasure of it all to that of the bane of my existence. Because I’m like that. I’m THAT PERSON. Very quickly, I can loathe that of which I love…. and then vice verse.

But I’m not writing about this because I’m loathing anything right now… Other than the TO DO list, which I think I mentioned is in a constant state of ongoing. Which means that it will never stop. Like doing dishes or laundry or STAGE MOMS. And the perpetual need to accomplish, start something new, end something old and move on. Even the designs and illustrations of days past… wanting to open them up and turn them into something else. Or buy that new Martha book about crafting EVERYTHING and decide that, yes, glue guns and glitter ARE good. I mean, what is it? What is GOING ON HERE? Spring has sprung and suddenly we need to DO, and if you aren’t as annoyed by me as I am right now… just hold on a sec because the daffodils are in bloom — and that one on the edge over there is WAY OUT OF CONTROL.

 

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It all used to be so easy… if I didn’t want to go, I wouldn’t. If I wanted to go, sometimes I still wouldn’t. I guess that’s the problem with being a pseudo-introvert… That writes a very public account of everything–hypocrisy is SO much fun.

But today is Saturday, so no one is reading this, right? I can just sneak this in and whisper softly… because nothing has changed.

And I’m just using this visual because Sting called me and told me to write about my insecurity issues.

It remains the same.. if I have a meeting, I wait until the very last second thinking about how much I don’t want to go even though it will be painless and probably result in good things… How I am invited to parties and events and asked to be in on important causes… and I don’t participate and/or attend even though I want to and plan on it. How I am rather well connected but refuse to admit it. It isn’t unlike 13 years ago (dear god!) in college when I adopted the mantra of “Just Don’t Go” and would suggest it to friends… like it was THAT easy. You don’t want to go, so don’t. It was all very freeing and simple… Just Don’t Go. I remember thinking it when I was about to walk down the aisle… when I went into labor with Will, when all of the great things that have happened to me occurred… And look at me now.. I am already climbing over the fence… Running away… Hiding under my dining room table… In other words, I just bought my tickets to Blogher 2010, which is in August. And the fact that I just spent actual dollars might be the only thing that pushes me through the door. That and the idea of meeting some of you… FACE TO FACE. EYES TO EYES. So… if you are going… and you happen to glance out windows of the NYC Hilton and you see someone outside pasted up against the glass –  just leave me there and note that I went, but I didn’t at the same time. Let the games begin. 

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Can you find me?

1. Find me in this picture.
2. Name the city that I am in.
3. Guesstimate the closest year this picture was taken.
4. Guess as many times as you would like.
5. If you answer correctly, I will interview you for an upcoming For The Birds “Bird Watcher Profile” post.
6. Then I will promote the hell out of your story for a week.
7. All about you. 
8. I am no joke about promotion. 
9. Game ends with the right answers.
10. If you were with me when this photo was taken, you can’t play.
11. Mom, Dad… You can’t play either.

Photography by Photog Melanie Zobian

Meanwhile, I’m guesting over at Guest Bird Robin’s blog.. I like her, she’s spunky.

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