Industrial Plastic Wrap. Thank you.
You know what’s inspired me this week? Industrial strength plastic wrap. Yep, guys. That’s the one.
[Courtesy of amazon.com]
Not that flimsy little cheap-ass stuff you buy at the Dollar Store that no one remembers years down the road, but the INDUSTRIAL stuff that wraps those lemons like no one’s watching, that covers those cookies to keep ‘em from the kids, and that protects that pie from the flies like it’s going out of style. Yes. Industrial plastic wrap DOES NOT mess around.
And it is those very actions of industrial plastic wrap that are uncannily kin to how I’ve been feeling towards Melon Sauce this week. This is my second post. And honestly, I like to think of it as my second blog post in my ‘adult’ life [truly deep stuff, here, guys]. Yes, I have had some former blogs [shameless plug coming], such as ohmystarswishes.tumblr.com [ACHIEVED!], where I like to chronicle and reblog things which inspire me.
I have had a Mindsay [COPYRIGHT, 2004] as a freshman in college, and years and years and years ago on AOL, I think I had a third blog. But none of those matter here, except ohmystarswishes.tumblr.com. [More shameless plugging.] That one does matter. It matters yesterday, today, and forever. Live it.
Moving along. It’s hard. It’s hard to go about your day. Your jobs. Your blogging. You often think “Yah, I’d love to write about it.”
“Oh that’s very clever, Heather! Write that!”
“Of course! Brilliancy, dear! What a great post that will be later!”
And then, you don’t. You just don’t get to it. Other stuff steps right in the way. I, personally, work at a theatre and, for the most part, I adore my job there. I also hold a second job as a server in a super-urban-hippie-Downtown-Knoxville-restaurant.
All of that said, I don’t have much down time. Let’s be real, I don’t have any down time. I am working like the Trojan Horse. Trojan Horse Kitty?
Too much of a stretch in metaphor? Perhaps. [But thank you, Etsy!]
All of this aside,I am working a tremendous amount so that when I get to NYC this summer, I WON’T have to work like this. And from that, I am hoping and believing and wishing in great and wonderful rewards. I am hoping that I will be able to settle into New York and find a job [let’s be real…job[s!]] that I enjoy and not that I have out of sheer need. I am wishing for so many wonderful things for this blog and for my friends on it. And I am believing in myself during all of it. Of course, that all sounds totally cliché, but…would industrial plastic wrap care?
No. No it wouldn’t. It wouldn’t care. It just does it. It does the job[s]. It doesn’t care what the flimsy Dollar General plastic wrap thinks of it, it just goes on wrappin’ those lemons. And cookies. And pie.
All while doing other things.
Food for thought. Or food coverings for thought. <3