Another day. Another empty tank lacking creatively peppered ramblings mixed with a sprig of hilarity. No posts on bad dates. No posts about grotesque online matches (I canceled my match.com subscription, btw).
Today I realized I am better at giving advice than taking my own medicine. I dish out important statements when helping talk someone through a rough patch. I point out positive things, things to be thankful for, things to look forward to. I spit out brilliant captions that help someone's attitude mid-situation change for the better.
So why do I have a hard time taking my own advice sometimes?
Because I lack patience.
I want the here.
The I- ain't-gonna-wait-for-that.
The immediate gratitude.
But sometimes instant things aren't that great.
Like instant grits.
Or instant rice.
Or microwaved hotdogs.
Sometimes it's just better to wait.
And take your own advice.