Ain’t no rest for the wicked.

About fifteen maybe twenty minutes ago I heard a peculiar sound come from my closet. Being the brave soul that I am, I asked my lovely twitter followers to come over and ensure the noise was an article of clothing falling and not a monster. No one responded and I refuse to check myself. Obviously. So here I am at one o’clock in the morning staring at the ceiling and contemplating the meaning of life in hopes the monster won’t smell my fear and come after me.

So far, I have decided that the meaning of life is to enjoy every moment of every day because you never get it back. A minute spent upset is a waste of a minute that could be spent appreciating what you have. With that being said, I am going to take the idea of Boston’s country radio station (Yes, we have one and yes it is amazing) and make Monday’s “Pay It Forward Monday’s.” The goal it to complete one act every Monday which can benefit a stranger or at least create a smile. I hope you will join me!

That is about as much philosophy as I have in my brain it this hour. I need to make myself some sleepytime tea and count sheep. Or ballerinas. To each his/her own, right? Good night and sweet dreams.

PS- GO SOX! The series and tied 2-2 and I am eager to see how it pans out.



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