View from plane

Flying over the Bahamas. Thinking about a story.

I’m always writing something in my head.

Composing a mental blog post. Planning the next chapter in my yet to be started memoir. Or even writing a virtual to-do list.

Whether I’m waiting in line to pick up a kid from school.

Trying to fall back asleep in the middle of the night.

Folding my tenth load of laundry for the weekend.

Or biding my time while my husband finishes up. (Just kidding about that one. My mind would never wander while my husband was making love to me.)

But recently that internal writing hasn’t been making it in to the little notebook I carry around with me, or in to a Word document on my computer and most definitely not on to my blog.

Sometimes, I just can’t do everything that I want to do.

Exercise, work, parent, cook, clean and be a thoughtful wife.

And other times, I find that it’s easier to procrastinate by surfing the Internet to learn what the latest celebrity gossip is or by following other people’s lives online.

The problem is, all this busyness is cramping my writing style.

Which is ridiculous because I’m 47 years old. I should be able to resist the pull of all of these other things. Temporarily. At least long enough to write a few paragraphs. To start something to be finished later.

And to get some of this writing out of my head.

I’m vowing to be better disciplined. And I’ll let you know how that works for me.

In the meantime, my kid showed me this Instagram meme going around. It’s called Starbucks Drake Hands. This guy sent a girl a video of himself doing something weird with his hands with Drake’s “Hold On, We’re Going Home” playing in the background. And now the Internet world is mocking him by making parodies of his original video.

Check it out. There’s no real value to it. You won’t learn anything from it. But it’ll make you smile and help you procrastinate.

Which is probably why I’m drawn to it.

(Here’s the original video for your viewing pleasure. You’re welcome.)