This morning I was finally inspired to write a posting.  I started writing and before I knew it the word were flowing from my fingers like Van Gogh’s paint brush.  It was amazing. I am talking Time magazine material here.  But sadly you are just going to have to take my word for it.  In the midst of me NOT being great at technology/websites etc… I was having problems “posting” the golden material. Then I saw those words no one wants to read.

“Blog not saved” followed by ” Blog discarded”

It was a moment like those you read about and dread.  My heart fell to my stomach. It could have made me a little queezy.  You feel just completely helpless.  There is no way to physically chase down those letters.  They are gone for all of eternity.  So I did the only thing that made sense in the moment… I. Lost. My. Shit.  I am pretty sure I used the word “fuck” in ways that would make a sailor blush.

Have you ever lost your shit? Then 10 minutes later you realized that losing your shit did absolutely nothing good to help solve the problem at hand, but you sure did feel a lot better in the end? So the moral to the story here is that losing your shit can benefit the greater good of your mental state.

Carpe Diem

Ashley xx