Quick Draw

I only have a few minutes to write this post.

I have to get my geriatric self to bed by midnight, because DAMN it, I’m getting up by eight tomorrow (I’ve been trying for a couple of weeks with only marginal success). Apparently, my body has developed an ego and can only get up before noon if it’s had a full eight hours.

Spent the majority of tonight in a Rocky-esque push to apply for jobs. Kind of disheartening (one place wanted 7-10 years of experience to be a secretary. Seriously?! Give the newbie college grads a break), but I managed to send out a few.

Crap. It’s 12:08. Gotta go.

“Risin’ Up, Back on the Street”

After the existential crisis always comes the Rocky moment; the moment when I dust off, tell myself to quit whining, and throw on “Eye of the Tiger.”

Every person needs a motivational song, and nothing gets me pumped like 80′s rock and a certain loveable underdog.

If Rocky’s montages included jogging, the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and heavy bromance, mine consist of list-making, job-hunting, and projects.

I’m off to go make a list, organize, read my writer’s market book, and visit some employment sites. Montage…commence.

I wish I had some meat to punch.