2(1-3 Bugs) + 2(1-3 Joys) = 2-6 Bugs and 2-6 Joys

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The problem with keeping a daily journal, for me, is that I feel really awful when I can’t maintain it.  I vacillate between thinking I should force myself to write it and thinking I should get done whatever it is that’s keeping me from focusing on the journal.

Then I lecture myself for overthinking something simple and encourage myself to say “fuck it, whatever.”  

I feel like my life goal is to get to “fuck it, whatever” (hereinafter referred to as FIW) without having to go through all of the pre-FIW angst.  I would love to be less structured, less intense, less uptight.  But so far I haven’t figured out the shortcut to FIW

I have, however, gotten my time down for getting to FIW. It used to take me days or weeks to get there relevant to any particular issue of uptightness.  Now I can usually get there same day if I do it right and with the requisite amount of awareness.

I can’t always maintain FIW for very long, but I guess room for growth bodes well for never being bored.

For those of you still reading, thank you.

For those who have no idea what I’m talking about, “fuck it, whatever.”

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I stopped writing the daily journal on Thursday because I was in a bad mood.  I could have come up with a ton of Ughs or Bugs, but not Joys.

It’s not that there weren’t Joys.  And it’s not that I don’t remember there were Joys.

It’s just that my Bad Mood Brain (BMB) gets MUCH pissier if I try to think of positive things on purpose.

And getting my BMB pissier is just not enjoyable for anyone.

But now that my brain has a weekend break so I can do some review.

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UGHS AND JOYS, in which we journal our one-to-three highs and one-to-three lows of the day, more or less.  

Okay, let’s get the UGHS out of the way…..


I was behind all week. I just couldn’t catch up on outstanding deadlines. And I couldn’t figure out how to do anything differently to catch up. And it was awful.

I hate being behind. It really stresses me out.



I should have broken down Ugh One to say “I was behind Thursday morning.”  Then I could have said Thursday afternoon and Thursday night for Ughs Two and Three. Four, Five and Six could have been Friday morning, afternoon and night.

Because honestly, I can’t remember – and don’t want to remember – any of the other crappy stuff from Thursday and Friday that happened related to my being behind.  I was just behind and hating it and that made life sucky.

For me, one of the worst feelings in the world is working, working, working and, at the same time, getting asked where the work is by clients.

I call it ‘worrying about working while I’m working.”

I hate that.

Also – and this would be Ugh Four, Ugh Five and Ugh Six if I hadn’t already listed them – worrying about getting work done KILLS my creativity.  It’s not that I don’t feel creative.  I do.  It’s just that I can’t connect the creative dots as quickly or efficiently or well.

Wow….negative much?

Whose idea were these Ughs and Bugs?

Actually, I know exactly whose idea they were and I shall slap him when I see him.

Okay, some Joys.

Joy One:

Good weather. I love good weather. Even the storms.  I love the storms.

Joy Two:

I gave Bella (the dog) a bath and she smells good again for a while.

Joy Three:

I have what seems to be a fully-heeled ankle.  After three weeks of having to be super careful, I was able to bike and even run a bit yesterday!  Looking forward to a ton more running.  Yay!

Joy Four:

I saw my nieces a few times and got a sleepover.  I’m constantly amazed that these small people choose to visit here when they have time to visit.  It’s really great and flattering.  And it’s a little scary how much I love them.

But it’s nice to know I can feel love like that for family.

Oops. I should NOT have said that.

I sincerely hope no family members are reading this.

If you ARE a family member reading this, that was NOT about you, obviously.

Joy Five:

I pre-cleaned my car in preparation for getting it washed.  Getting the car washed is such a hopeful life activity.  Anything is possible when you have a clean car.

Joy Six:

Summer. It’s just the best. On a daily basis while it’s here, it’s just the best.

Okay…back to experiencing life so I can get all meta later and judge it.

Hope your Ughs and Bugs are few. Hope your Joys are fully experienced.

Here’s some of the art and humor from the part of the week where I checked out because of my stupid Pissy Bad Mood Brain (PBMB).

xoxoxo, d

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Ooooh! Forgot a MAJOR JOY!

Reply All got mentioned by Comic Strip of the Day this week.


It’s a huge honor to be mentioned by CSOTD because Mike Peterson is picky and he always puts me in such good company.

Thank you, Mike!!!  ♥ ♥ ♥

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Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.

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Not everything that is faced can be changed,
but nothing can be changed until it is faced.
~James Baldwin~

UGHS AND JOYS, in which we journal our one-to-three highs and one-to-three lows of the day, more or less.

Okay, let’s get the UGHS out of the way…..

DC has a closed primary and I’m registered independent. I’ve struggled with the ‘register so you can vote’ argument….but I struggle more with identifying with a party.

I won’t figure this one out anytime soon.  But I also doubt I’ll be living in DC by the time the election for Hillary’s second term rolls around.

That wasn’t a prediction. It was rejection of the alternative.

A client paid with an electronic check and it’s completely cumbersome.

But then again, a client paid, so that’s good.

My neighbor’s oldest child graduated today from high school. And he voted.

It’s so confusing watching time pass by. 

I want my time to stop.

Same as above. My neighbor’s oldest graduated today and voted.

He was glowing. He was proud. He was free. He was energized in a quiet, calm, confident way.

My neighbors raised good boys.

They are walking examples of hope.

Good food day! I replenished the supply of Fruttare.


And had a really good steak salad that I’ll probably make now every day for the rest of the summer because it’s an easy guaranteed happy culinary ending.

Whew. One less decision to make each day.


I got new earbuds!

I’ve lost two to my niece, who always steals mine. And one to her dog who chews on them when he’s bored.

I bought the cheap ones that sound goooooooood……LOVE new earbuds!


On a different note, Non-Ugh, Non-Joy, Just-Dogs….

Today’s strips were all about dogs.

My dog’s been on my mind lately.

Now that I work at home, she’s Even More Spoiled.

I didn’t think it was possible.

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May your ughs be not-so-bad and your joys be not-too-complicated.

xoxo, d

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

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Love does not consist of gazing at each other,
but in looking outward together in the same direction.
~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry~

UGHS AND JOYS, in which we journal our one-to-three highs and one-to-three lows of the day, more or less.

Okay, let’s get the UGHS out of the way…..


The shooting in Orlando sucks. And it serves as another reminder that we value the right of certain people (not everyone) to do whatever the hell they want more than we value the right of everyone to live safely in this country.

I spend a lot of time researching places to live and I would sign up in a second for a place where all guns are banned.

As an advocate for increased resources for the treatment of mental illness, I assure you that making change in healthcare privacy laws is just slightly harder than making changes in gun laws.


I didn’t get outside enough on Monday. I spent more time than usual in the car (ugh) and less time than usual in the woods.

I had to apologize to the dog ten times over.

But we’ll just do double woods the rest of the week, so it all works out.


I ate the last Fruttare.  😦

These bars are addictive. And amazing.

And, as the 12-year old niece likes to say, each one has four servings of fruit!

I have no idea whether that’s actually correct but I’m tired of debating facts with her and losing.

Never enter into debate with someone who watches YouTube around the clock.


I met with someone today who has a similar vision of a social impact licensing business. It’s very exciting.  And hopeful. And even if we don’t end up partnering, it’s nice to fee closer to finding the right combination of partners for social impact licensing.

It feels like doing GOOD work is much closer to happening.

And that feels really GOOD.


Somebody gave me a zipfizz yesterday. He even mixed it into a bottle of water for me and shook it appropriately after observing me shake it ineffectively.

Is ineffectively even a word?

So this stuff is supposed to make me feel like a better man. Or something like that.

I have no idea whether it worked but I’ll say this: I felt GREAT just hoping it would work.

I’ll give it a month and get back to you. If I don’t get back to you, it might have killed me.


School is out for summer for one niece.  The others end school next week.

No school means more sleepovers.

That’s Joy. That’s Yay. That’s Fun. ❤


Switching gears, today’s strip was an ode to coffee.

Because it’s coffee.
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Hope your ughs are few and your Joys great.

xoxoxo, d