As fair warning, any post with the title "One Thing" in the subject heading is going to be completely self indulgent, boring and dancing right on that edge of egocentric narcassism.
But I need to keep accountable, so I'm gonna post them. Don't feel obliged to read. This is all for my own edification and to keep me honest. I feel like I've got some deciding to do here in the real near future and I want to make sure I'm not half assing my way through things and then whining because nothing good ever happens for me. My brain will tell me I'm working my arse off when I'm slacking and slacking when I'm killing myself. Gotta get things down in black and white so that the godshonesttruth can't be twisted by my warped little monkey mind.
So that's what these posts are for.
You have been warned.
Last night, I had a dream I entered a cake baking competition. We were asked to go into the kitchen two by two to get the instructions from the judges. Turns out, I entered the contest and didn't have all the ingredients. But then they told me I had 7,000 hours to bake my cake.
And when I woke, I figured out that's what I'm doing with my life. I'm jumping into the game while missing the eggs and right sized cake pans, but then someone comes along and reminds me that I have 7,000 hours to complete this task.
But I do have to get in the game and I do have to make sure I get the eggs and cake pans BEFORE the judges call time.
So, today I kept my computer off after I woke up and worked on my stand up set some more. Goll, cutting things down to under the 7 minute mark just makes my teeth ache. But I walked away feeling like I had gotten a soul massage.
I also used some moisturizer on my face. Wooo.
Giddy, Mr. Giddy, and I met up to exchange gifts (more about that in a real blog post, not this lame "keeping track of things" posting) and went to the Hollywood Museum of Film and Television over at the Max Factor Building on Hollywood and Highland, which seriously, so cool.
I wrote some more on the new book I'm working on.
Tonight, I'm heading out to see a friend's standup show at the club I'm at on Thursday so that the room isn't a completely surprise to me.
And a buddy asked if I wanted to take a movement class with a friend of hers who happens to be a world class movement specialist, and I decided I'd be a fool to turn down an offer like that. So I email back and said yes.
And I saved some rainforest by clicking on the link below.
A little more than one thing, but heck, I made my quota.