(for the 30 days of, oh, you know by now)
They come in all shapes and sizes from subatomic to substantial; in all value from priceless to worthless; in all longevities from etenal to ephemeral. And they all count. Painting the Sistine Chapel was an accomplishment resulting in a timeless priceless treasure seen by countless millions that's lasted 500 year and will probably last until the rapture. That's gettinitdone if ever there was.
Me painting my college roommate's nails with white-out while he slept, on the other hand, was a worthless treasure seen only by him (enjoyed only by me) that lasted 5 minutes. Yet it too stands as an accomplishment. I worked feverishly in dim light under immense pressure from a narrow time frame that would close as soon as he woke. It didn't help that I was smashed and stifling giggles the whole time. Believe me, when I finished without his much larger than me varsity wrestler waking and choking me out it felt like accomplishment. I got every exposed nail from tip to cuticle. That's also gettinitdone.
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I got my babysitter post in.
And I didn't phone it in either.
How'd I do it? By making my grumbling wife do the hated driving while I opened my Macbook and tapped out an idea that had been percolating all day. The quick-polish took until after 10:30 but I got it in before the day was done.
It stars Christie Brinkley and makes it clear how half the population is in fact, metaphorical meatloaf. And not even fresh, yummy meatlo- Know what? I don't think I even need to pimp it here. You're already curious and wondering where you have to click to read it.