Remember when I was going to write something every day for 10 days, got really excited, wrote two in one day, and then wrote nothing yesterday?
Shit. HOW EMBARRASSING.
The lame excuse I already used once this morning: "I mean, I wrote two in one day, so, it's like, still technically Day 3, so I'm not really behind."
Shut up, Alison.
When did I get so great at making excuses? I'm sure my dad would love to answer that question. I've probably been making excuses to get out of things since I learned how to speak. It's pretty silly.
Excuses that ran through my mind last night and this morning:
1. I'm not sure what I want to write about right now.
4. But I can do it later!
Basically, I am an infant.
When I went on the Google just now and typed my favorite word, "excuses," I found this article, "How to Kill Your Excuses"—it's brief, and it's really all common sense, so why don't I stop being an infant and actually use some common sense? Once, someone told me, "You're such a smart girl, but sometimes you act like you have no common sense."
Ouch. But in retrospect, a valid point. Thank you, person who shall remain nameless. Like this article says, I'm ready to kill my excuses "like the miserable maggots they are."
It also linked to this video. Next time I make an excuse for something, I'm going to think about this: