You may have noticed. I’ve been having some trouble writing lately. I WANT to be writing. Just any time except when I’m actually near a computer.
I blame two things. First, of course, the adorable weirdos. I’ve just been more wiped out lately. Nap time rolls around, and I just need a break. Eh, I’ll write something, I say. Just let me read a few more chapters of Mindy Kaling’s new book first . . .
Also, I joke that I can take care of the kids and only do ONE other thing in my life at a time. Well, I don’t know why I’d call it a joke. It is pretty true. Except not completely true because I’ve been running again and I’ve also been doing more travel planning. So maybe 1.5 things in my life. Running doesn’t fully count. This is why having running buddies is awesome. I just show up, and they pull me along. Autopilot. Melissa, did you have a chance to think about a route for our long run? Uh . . . blank face. I’m sure they love it. I’d like to think that I make up for my route laissez faire with sparkling conversation on our runs. Which is TOTALLY something I do and not turn bright red and wheeze.
But, yeah, I’ve been spending my precious computer moments planning more adventures instead of writing about previous adventures. Some out of town. Some in town. We went on an epic organized gelato crawl that I need to tell you guys about. (Because nothing makes people hate you more than pics of you stuffing yourself full of gelato.) We are going to see Shakespeare at the Globe Theater in Borghese. I saw Castel Sant’ Angelo at night. We are trying some new restaurants. We got tickets to see the Forum at night.
All good and exciting things. All take time to plan.
So I haven’t been writing.
But lately, I’ve had trouble sleeping. Thankfully, not wake up in the middle of the night sleeping, but just get-up-too-early not sleeping. (She says, furiously knocking on wood.) Instead of getting up, though, I’ve been tossing and turning or reading because WHO ON EARTH wants to get up at 5:00 am if they don’t have to. NO ONE that is. Maybe babies actually. But babies can be kind of jerks sometimes.
So today when I woke up early AGAIN I was all FINE UNIVERSE. You win!! I’ll get up! I will write and spend time crafting my brilliant tomes of wisdom that are DEFINITELY not just internet screeds.
Aside: Screed is a really funny word, right? Try saying it over and over. Screed, hehe.
But, ANYWAYS, the joke is on YOU, universe, because I’m recycling something I’ve already written. (Which is good because I already hear Mac screaming. See above re jerk.) You can lead a horse, but you can’t make it drink the champagne. Which is probably a good thing. You don’t want your horse stealing all your champagne. Unless you are me, because I’m not doing a full whole30 right now, but I am trying to cut back on certain things. Like booze. Because I may not have mentioned this, but I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately.
Official Disclaimer: I do NOT give booze to horses.
But I guess the joke is kind of on me because I just wrote over 600 words culminating in a disclaimer I never thought I would write. Or really the joke is on you because you just read it. Muhahahaha.
So remember how I have a sister? (Two actually, but let’s focus on this one for now. Oh, and a brother. But I digress.)
When we were back in the States, she asked me for help on her resume. Do I have opinions on resume style? YOU BET.
I gave her some pointers, said something obnoxious about her sending me an updated draft within a week, and then scampered back to Rome.
Surprisingly–although I guess not as surprising as you’d think for a put-upon sibling who was used to dealing with the tirades of a domineering older sib–she sent a draft within a week. And it was AWESOME. Seriously, you guys should go hire my sister. If for nothing else than to help you with your resumes because she is now a stone cold resume writing genius. I just had a few comments and sent it back.
Within a few days, I hadn’t heard anything.
You may not have picked up on this, but patience is not one of my strong suits.
Aside: I just googled “strong suit” to make sure that I’m not mistyping this. And I was all, what does that really mean anyway??? Trying to be all deep. Is it about the strong, power suit in your closet? The one you only break out for interviews? Because you had an awesome resume???
And, of course, it is about your strong suit of cards. Which I think I actually knew, and I probably could have re-puzzled out if I gave myself the chance. (James is definitely doing some serious eye rolling at this point. I’ll be able to confirm for you in person in a few hours because I love nothing more than to read blog posts over his shoulder to see where he is laughing. (I don’t think it needs to be said, but he loves MANY things more than this.))
Update: James read that first paragraph and was all “seriously??” and I’m like just keep reading. And then he lost it. ALL the laughing. So I was happy. But then I was like, GREAT, my best joke on here was a private one for you. Face palm.
So back to my strong suit. My fictional strong suit is a traditional color, but it has some feminine details, and I like to wear it with statement jewelry. Because I have LEARNED NOTHING.
My sister. Even though my email game is anything but tight, I apparently expect everyone to reply promptly. Because that makes sense.
So I sent her this message.
Which I thought about asking her permission to use, but then I was all, hey, I wrote the email. And this really says everything about my mental state and nothing about hers so she has no reason to be embarrassed. Except on my behalf.
You: OMG. I just landed the BMW internship job thing. They said normally they don’t do this, but they are going to pay me a starting salary of $75K because they were SO impressed with my resume. They even want me to start a resume-writing workshop for all zee Germans who have perfect English but are worried about their English.
Me: That’s terrific! I knew you could do it!
You: Also, NBD, this German prince or duke or something was TOTALLY hitting on me at my interview. He showed up on the lawn in his private copter (with BMW motor, of course!) and begged me to give him a chance, but I told Dieter that I’m a career girl and I can’t be seen dating the boss. Or the dude who will be my underling in about 2.5 seconds when I skyrocket up the corporate ladder faster than a German chasing a keg of beer rolling over a field of bratwurst.
Me: Right on! Girl power!
You: Anywho, I couldn’t have done this without you. You’re the best. DAS BEST. I’ll make sure they name the next Z Series after you. And then deliver one to your door!
Me: Aww, you’re too sweet. You really did all the work. I’m glad I could be of some small assistance. Don’t forget me when you are off running the Eurozone and rubbing elbows with Merkel!
You: NEVER. I don’t have favorites, but you are definitely one of my favorite sisters. Love you!
Me: Love you!