When I was participating in the April A-Z in 2013, smack dab in the middle of the annual challenge, I left on a two week girlz road trip to South Carolina. I'd tried to put together a matrix of words prior but those words never seemed to fit my mood nor my spirit on that particular day. So, when we'd stop and take a hotel, I was always panicked to post before midnight.
With another vacation on my horizon next week, it was the night we spent in Gettysburg back in 2012, that helped me chose my word today. Frazzled because my internet connection was a big hunk of poo, I dropped an F bomb and said, "why the hell am I so worried about a silly little blog post?"
My sister rather nonchalantly responded, "because it's a competition Rhondi!"
Now, we all know that this isn't a competition in the true sense of the word; but by all means I feel I am competing against myself. Just like I do with my golf clubs, as well as my kayak, I treat this challenge the same way. I can't help it, it's how I'm hardwired.
My husband is the most comfortable to instantly point out my behaviour and call me out on it. The funniest moment that comes to mind was a trip we took with friends to Runaway Bay, Jamaica. On about the third day, we were lounging by ocean and I verbalized a simple observation.
"Holy Cow", I said.
"LOOK at how dark you are getting!"
To which he replied those familiar five words.
"It's NOT a competition Rhondi!!"
Dang bang blast it... Does he know me or what?
With another vacation on my horizon next week, it was the night we spent in Gettysburg back in 2012, that helped me chose my word today. Frazzled because my internet connection was a big hunk of poo, I dropped an F bomb and said, "why the hell am I so worried about a silly little blog post?"
My sister rather nonchalantly responded, "because it's a competition Rhondi!"
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| Me keeping score in Runaway Bay! TAKEN: FEBRUARY 2013 |
My husband is the most comfortable to instantly point out my behaviour and call me out on it. The funniest moment that comes to mind was a trip we took with friends to Runaway Bay, Jamaica. On about the third day, we were lounging by ocean and I verbalized a simple observation.
"Holy Cow", I said.
"LOOK at how dark you are getting!"
To which he replied those familiar five words.
"It's NOT a competition Rhondi!!"
Dang bang blast it... Does he know me or what?
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