I remember those days of not being able to function without help in liquid form. My personnel coordinator (the guy who gave me work) would often make the joke, “Red Bull before a gig, Red Dog after.” He may have been being funny, but it was a reality. I would walk into a gig with a four pack of Red Bull. As soon as the gig was over, I was looking for a six-pack. Red Dog was the best I could afford at that time.
It’s been a week since I’ve written anything. I sat down a few times and tried to force myself to write. There have been several occasions I had, what I thought were some great thoughts come into my head. While I was in the shower getting ready. During my drive to or from the office. Even in the evening as I went through the nightly routine of helping to get the kids in bed.
When I finally sat down and tried picking one of those thoughts, I had saved in my notes app and attempted to journal; I struggled to make it past the first couple of sentences.
Sometimes you just have to hit “Restart.” A predecessor of mine used to say, ” You can start your day over at any time.” Today was one of those days. And I need to hit restart rather quickly.
The first hour or so is always a little rushed in the mornings. The main priority is getting the kids fed and off to school on time. For some reason, this morning I caught myself being a bit short and quickly agitated. We weren’t running late; the kids were all in good moods. We were making good time, and I felt like I had slept okay. I could not explain it. I simply seem to be irritated at the little things that usually would not bother me. Continue reading “Jan 28, 2016 – Sometimes you just have to hit Restart!”