We all go on spurts. Gambling spurts, traveling spurts, spurts of depression, etc..
Do you know what a spurt is? If not, here’s how Oxford Languages defines it: A sudden marked burst or increase of activity or speed.
A sudden burst equaling increased activity. For a guy like me, a guy who willingly plunges under the covers to throw away two hours just to get rid of those two hours, spurts can be day-changing. I’m going to hold back from saying “life-changing” for now… unless I can continue to ride this spurt till the sun comes up.
Anyway, what can a spurt do, you ask?
Since really getting going at 10 AM (now 7:30 PM), I’ve…
- Written this blog (easy one)
- Really struggling to recall now…
- Oh, I put together a rough 10-year plan for my lifelong dream
- Studied hyphens & I still have no fucking clue how they really work, like really WTF’s up with those
- Demolished some spreadsheet stuff from work I put off for the past… four or so months
- Took a COVID test (doesn’t bother me – not that I’m some tough guy, but… yeah, doesn’t bother me, not that I’m a tough guy or anything…)
- Took the dogs on TWO, not one, but TWO walks
- Showered (that’s a regular occurence, I swear)
- Last night I took a woman out to look at lights (don’t worry, she had COVID like a week ago. She’s immune, they say – for now)
- That last bullet sounded evil
- Ooh, phrasing
- OK, let’s get back on track, I cooked dinner for the folks (bacon, eggs to order, hash browns)
- About to workout here on the living room floor (currently on COVID watch so can’t head to the gym)
OK, way too much information there. One of you shoulda said something. Tell me to shut up, cmon!
Hey, on a serious note, I hope you find spurts here or there on more occasions. Don’t be afraid to turn off once you feel your brain melting a bit. It’s always OK to rest. After a while, we can turn those spurts into some consistency. Hopefully, right?
I wish you well. Try not to beat yourself up.