Two things happen every Monday night:

  • I blab blab blab my way through teaching strength class, wondering where the hell all these stories came from
  • I blast “Sympathy for the Devil” on the drive home, then immediately follow it with “She’s So Cold” (to which I sing along)

Every. Monday. Night.

And every Monday night, I am like “where did all that blabbing come from?” and “am I that desperate for attention?”

Yes, yes, I am.

Some days I’m so worn out from talking with people about work stuff all day that I feel a bit antisocial and think I don’t want to see or talk to people. But what I don’t want is to see or talk to people about is WORK. I’m actually extremely social and NEED. TO. TALK. ABOUT. THINGS. OTHER. THAN. WORK.

So at night, after I’ve been working all day, I am bursting with stories and ideas and little quips (<— ha, probably the wrong word – I am NOT witty) that just come out like word vomit. And then every Monday night, I wonder where that came from. Ha.

(Seriously though – I LOVE the flexibility of working from home and the four hours of my day I get back from NOT commuting, but it’s a social buzzkill. I try to reach out to people and be social while working from home, but it’s not the same as face-to-face. Not complaining, just saying – I understand that is why I go overboard when I see people.)

Also, every Monday night, I’m driving during that time when all the radio stations are playing ads. So I blast “Sympathy for the Devil” and think about how cool it was to see the Stones in June and hear them do such a long intro to the song. IsΒ still gives me chills.

Then I play “She’s So Cold” so I can practice in case I am ever invited to karaoke. You never know. (My backup song is “Come Sail Away.”)