20 2020 Questions: this is a test

Ok. The only people I know reading this are my parents, so I really need y’all to comment here and let me know who my audience is.

It’s totally ok if it’s only my parents. But. I’m taking this opportunity to create my very first hashtag #sorrydad for those moments…where I have to be an adult

I’ve given you a list of questions and options to ask me some. Comment with your question and your answer.

Let’s start a conversation.

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Respond to one question. or two. or all 20. As many or as few as you wish. Just please answer at least one.

There’s no grade for this test so don’t let it make you anxious.  There are no right or wrong answers, just opinions. Your answer can be as long or as short as it needs to be.

Consider this one of those bullshit ‘get to know you’ activities, but you get to control your input. You do NOT have to come up with an adjective starting with the same letter as your name (though you special unicorns are welcome to do just that).

  1. Why is 2020 the ‘ideal vision?’ Is there something to that or is it just aesthetics?
  2. Was WW2 worse or better than WW1? Would WW3 end it all? Discuss.
  3. What’s the ideal age to start giving my nephews cash for their birthdays and how much should I give? 
  4. Who’s done a meal delivery service (i.e. blue apron, hello fresh, etc.)? Did you enjoy it? Was it worth the money? Did you actually save time or money?
  5. What’s your favorite social media platform and why?
  6. What’s your favorite kind (genre) of book? Do you read other stuff you don’t consider books (audio, podcasts, magazines, newspapers, apps, etc)?
  7. Do you find studying hard?
  8. Do you believe in routine or do you wing it every day. Explain your position.
  9. Are you offended by a term or phrase (not profanity or racial slurs. I’m thinking like ‘feminist’ or ‘millennial’) that is current as of 2020? What is it and why does it offend you?
  10. How do you define ‘adulting?’
  11. Do you know what a bullet journal is? Are you obsessed with them? Feel free to gush.
  12. Do you know the difference between proofreading and editing? Prove it.
  13. It’s now a criminal offense to mistreat animals. Too harsh? or BoutDamnTime? Discuss.
  14. What’s the coolest modern/current technology? What’s the scariest?
  15. Want to talk about dieting (good or bad), food, fitness, or healthy eating?
  16. Ask me a question about your hair, skin, or nails. (Sure, even the gross ones)
  17. Ask me one of my 20 questions.
  18. Ask me a question of your own devising. You should consider your question ‘public’
  19. Solemnly swear to me you are up to no good. Do it properly.
  20. Batman or Superman? Defend your choice.

That’s all for today! Coming tomorrow: Let’s have a conversation

2/2 two too


2/2 just sounds funny. so today I have tutus. that sounds better.

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Two questions:

If you had an ethically ambiguous question, whom would you trust to ask?

What do you think of my new logo?


Tomorrow we’ll play 20 2020 questions. Stay tuned 😉

Plans Change

Day 17: week in review.

It was all right. Considering.

It is still hard to sit down and write.

Today I’ve been reminded several times to be grateful.

Last, and maybe least, I’m grateful to me, for doing it anyway.

I don’t know what to write.

[UPDATE: day 16: the following was written (and somehow Not Published) on Feb. 19 of this year, which happened to be President’s Day. Middle finger to The Fear of reading/posting old work. Look how far I’ve come.]

I never had a plan for this blog. Then I had (way) too many plans. That’s my life in a nutshell, it seems—one extreme to the other and back again.

I try too hard, take on too many things at once, then I quit, or give out and end up accomplishing nothing. When I look forward, at my goals, I neglect to acknowledge the progress I’ve made. When I look back, I see everything I’ve learned along the way and refuse to call it waste. When I am in today, in the moment, everything seems fine or, at least, I can make it seem fine.

I know that my thoughts are powerful things and, though it’s not always easy, I can shake off negativity and say things like ‘I will try again tomorrow.’ Like today, when I got everything ready to go to the post office, only to arrive and realize it’s a holiday. It’s not a big deal. I accomplished a lot just getting there, and it will be easier to go tomorrow because of that.

I believe that. I know it’s true. I believe and know a great many things. I know I can hit ‘publish’ when I finish writing this and not care who reads it or if anyone does. I’m doing it because I said I would—and that’s fine—this is today.

It’s how to care about tomorrow, and some of my yesterdays, while living today that I’m struggling with. I don’t seem to have enough…whatever it is…to do it all, and it’s a struggle every day to decide what’s most important. And I no longer know what I’m working toward.

If that’s the anxiety or depression talking, that’s fine, but it’s still me talking too. It’s not a bad day. It’s a beautiful day, I’m grateful for it, and I don’t wish to complain about anything.

I just wanted to start something I could finish.

The More Things Change…

Day 15:

a) the more they stay the same
b) the more they keep changing
c) New Zealand

I don’t know anything about New Zealand, except that it’s supposed to be beautiful and some pretty famous stuff has been/is being filmed there.

I do know anxiety sucks.

Yesterday I couldn’t get the computer to work. Today, my head is refusing to work.

I will try again tomorrow.

Happy Mothers’ Day

Day 12: I’ll worry about that tomorrow.

This is where my mom would say “ok, Scarlett.” And we would both grin.

Thank you to all my “moms” and “grandmas”

near and far

here or gone.

And to my aunts, cousins, friends

who are moms, and/or

who have had them.

But especially to

My Mom,

because she loved me First and

when i don’t deserve it.

Love You. Miss you.

Well crap…

Day 10 or 11, depending: can’t win for losing.

It seems Wednesday’s post (in which I announced I was taking Thursday off) not only failed to publish, but has vanished completely.

I’m not terribly upset. It wasn’t very good.

It irks me that it may appear that I skipped two days though, but I wonder…who cares about that but me? Answer: (crickets) yeah. almost certainly no one.

I have something to say about the day off, though, and this day that followed it:
Though both were hard days (in their own ways), this day was easier…maybe, just maybe, because I took yesterday off.

I MADE myself take yesterday off. I did not ALLOW myself to do anything I did not want to do. I did not allow myself to feel guilty (or I stopped it as soon as possible) for not doing more. IT WAS SO HARD. Way harder than working. On anything.

The result, maybe “a” result, was that, today, I did not spend an unnecessary amount of time doing things I did not want to do. I have done what I needed to, but I haven’t agonized over every little thing like I usually do.

Dare I say it? Am I…RELAXING? Let’s not be hasty. Maybe a tad.

The point of all this (maybe “a” point) is to say something I have to keep reminding myself of (so I may have said it before). Learning to do ANYTHING (even take a day off) means you don’t know how to do it already. Which means you’re bad at it.

We all (even me) have to be bad at things before we can be good at them.

I am bad at relaxing.

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