|This is as much of a bane as it is a blessing.|
The premise of the article, entitled Are We All Braggarts Now?, is that things like Facebook have led us to become braggarts...or at the very least, attention seekers. I recommend reading the entire article, but I think it should go a step further: the internet in general is leading us to be not only braggarts, but sometimes the worst versions of ourselves. Not just Facebook, but Twitter, blogs and even forums display boasts of accomplishment and luck. Sometimes I find myself jealous of other bloggers who seem to have it all together.
|This is a day of exhaustion, after which I passed out into bed.|
Last week at work was stressful. Friday was the worst. The kind where at home, I'd been neglecting housework and that was starting cause some serious negative energy - and I don't mean housework like "oh, it might have been a couple weeks since I last vacuumed." I mean the kind where I have a small mountain of homegrown tomatoes that are nearing spoilage because I can't find the time to do something with them. I am somehow trying to plan two camping trips in the middle of Harvest Season and working 40 hours a week. And then at work, I was facing an "impossible" problem (the optimist in me requires that I clarify that this problem was only difficult, and that I shouldn't use the word 'impossible'). And it didn't get neatly wrapped up at the end of the day Friday. Oh no. The majority of the work was sitting there waiting for me Monday. And the kitchen looked like a small tornado had passed through. And the wine is still sitting in the carboy, threatening to turn into vinegar if I don't find time for it. And it seemed like every bill came due at the same time.
|This is a mountain of work.|
Enter Sunday. My mountain of tasks seemed to be getting bigger rather than smaller. Before I tackled the tomatoes, I wanted to stop by the garden and make sure I had all the ripe ones so I didn't have to double my work. On Saturday, my cousin told me that raccoons or something had knocked down all the corn (my garden is at her house) but I was so exhausted when she told me this that it didn't register. I arrived to find my garden destroyed...they didn't just knock down the corn. They ate every single ear. My entire corn crop, that I had worked so hard on - just gone. And the cucumbers looked like crap, and the tomato plants have been getting browner and browner every time I go there.
|The only ones still standing are ones that had no ears on them.|
|These look like crap.|
|After trying to eat this, I'm 90% sure it's only good for making blue corn meal.|
|This is what a fresh perspective looks like.|
|This is the small sense of accomplishment I get for nearly killing myself.|