The Ten Dumbandments

"What was I thinking"

I said it to myself when I woke up this morning.  I woke up 2 hours earlier than I normally would so I could write 10 blogs before I go to work.  That gives me exactly 12 minutes per blog except I hit the snooze button and had to make a cup of coffee.  I'm down to eight minutes and change now.  I couldn't even remember why my alarm was going off when it happened.  Then I remembered "Oh yeah, you have to write ten blogs this morning."

So what was I thinking?  That's a question people usually blurt out but never actually answer, despite being the sole keeper of the answer.

I missed two blogs.  One week I was just lazy or unmotivated or a combination of the two.  The week after that I didn't have a computer.  Could I have written it out by hand and typed it somewhere else?  Yes.  I could have done a lot of things. I, in fact, DID do a lot of things but none of them were that.

What I was thinking was that this would be a punishment for my not following through on a weekly blog.  A punishment to myself and likely whoever decides to read one or all of these.  This is my attempt to be a better boss to myself by handing down some motherfucking discipline.  This blog is entirely self-motivated and if I'm not disciplined about getting it done every Wednesday, I need to be disciplined.

That's what I was thinking.

Then someone said "How about one short blog?" as if I should take it easy on myself (or anyone reading.)  I took their idea to the next level, so as to make it an actual punishment again.  Ten short blogs.  The punishment far exceeds the crime but we'll see if I fuck that up again, won't we?