Hello, awesome readers!
One of my goals in life is to post on this blog every Friday. And look! It’s Friday! I did it.
PS. If you’re visiting and it’s not Friday, you’re late. Or possibly early.
Most people feel good when they reach a goal. Me? I get anxious. Especially when I hear one of the voices in my head say, “Okay. Congratulations. You’re done.”
That’s when the rest of the voices chime in.
“What??? What do you mean DONE?”
“Done like I’M GOING TO DIE done, or just done with this one thing?”
“Oh. My. God. Is this it??? You mean THIS is why I was put on this earth???”
For this reason, I try to avoid reaching goals altogether. There. Now you know what drives me: My fear of dying by way of reaching goals.
By the way, this has absolutely NOTHING to do with this week’s post
In other news …
Recently a friend told me something that I want to pass along to you. It’s about those stick figure families you see on cars.
Apparently, folks with bad intentions are using them to calculate who’s home before they break into your house.
Not to sound paranoid but think about it …
Someone is watching your house. Your car, the one that has the stick figure family waving from the rear window (a dad, a mom, two kids, a dog, a cat, a hamster, a vacuum cleaner …) is parked in the driveway.
The front door opens and dad, mom, and the kids walk out of the house, pile into the car, and drive off.
Suddenly, a moment of quiet math formulates and in true Despicable Me fashion, said person with bad intentions has a moment:
I’m pretty sure you can guess what happens next. It’s not pretty.
Solution: We should all add extra people to our stick figure families.
Like this …
Great idea, yes?