I neglected to blog yesterday (sorry), even though I committed to doing this every day (in case you don't know what I'm talking about...all five of you who read my blog regularly - FYI, I really appreciate it).

I must be the busiest single, childless, unemployed woman in the world. To be fair, I am looking for work which takes a lot of time. And then there's things like closing down salsa clubs every night, and lunch dates with friends (aka, "networking")...but, really, what am I going to do? Wait till I have a six figure savings account and/or am 80 years-old to enjoy my life (hopefully, it won't take that long)? Sit in my apartment and do dubiously productive things like scrub my bathtub till it sparkles so I don't have to accept the fact that regardless of how much money I ever have in the bank we will all, ultimately, get old and die?! (Hate to break it to you). No, thanks. Been there, done that.

It's taken me years to learn that I have to live NOW. And by live, I mean be happy. I get that love and joy are mandatory health requirements. Much more important than vitamins, or whatever that stuff is they put in my drink at Jamba Juice. And, that has made me busy.

Still, it's important to keep my commitments. So, maybe I should make them a little more realistic, like, promising to blog five times a week instead of every day. Let's see how that goes...

Just for today, I can make realistic commitments.