so today’s Writing 101 challenge asked us to write a post about one of 5 Tweets. this one obviously spoke to me. it’s been a weird, long short week. and i definitely believe procrastination is essential to creativity. here are a few ways i have procrastinated this week. and i totally feel more creative for it! happy weekend, y’all 🙂
1. the perfect jeans
yeah, i literally (okay, not literally) have 100 pairs of jeans in my closet (18?). but every fall, i’m like omg what jeans am i gonna wear?? it’s kind of dumb, but you have to have jeans for flats, jeans for heels, skinny jeans, not skinny jeans, dark wash, medium wash . . . it’s exhausting. my time-consuming, work-blowing-off quest this week has turned up these J.Crew Factory straight-leg jeans. if they fit i have found heaven. if not, i’ve got a Boden go-to that has rocked my world all summer in white.
2. do i need shoes to go with those?
no, do i? yeeeeeeeessssss. really? lots of time spent thinking about whether to order the shoes, too. decided to confirm the denim first. and look in my closet to see what i actually have before buying more stuff. who is this responsible me? i don’t even recognize you, girl!
procrastination hours logged: 1?
3. margaritas. duh.
a girls’ lunch at Bone Garden was way overdue. what? hours of procrastination that directly resulted in at least 1,000% increase in creativity. period.
4. Apple shit
okay, so if you work in this weird space between advertising and technology that i do, you are pretty much a total asshole if you weren’t live-streaming the Apple
shitshow announcements this week. who can get anything done with that on the 72-inchers? do i need a phone the size of my head, an iPad the size of my TV and a subscription that ensures i’m never a nanosecond behind? hells no. but i prolly will. and i also could totally get behind the Hermès wrap-around watch. but that’s just between us girls.
5. September 11 Rainbow
this is the first September 11 that i haven’t thought about the weight of the day, that it hasn’t meant something to me. that i haven’t been afraid to get on a plane. that i haven’t spent a moment (until now) reflecting on how that day changed the lives of everyone who lived through it — and weirdly, how little it means to most millennials, who were i guess, only like 18?. this morning, when i got in the car, MSNBC was on the Sirius. they were talking about a potential terrorist attack. i wondered what the fuck now? and then realized they were replaying tape from that Tuesday morning. i immediately switched to BPM. i can’t do it again. i just can’t. but i was really psyched yesterday to have seen this beautiful image and story. and spent several minutes blowing off whatever it was i should have been doing to stop, watch and reflect.