Exercise Entitled “Can I Write a Blog Post On My Phone Before the Train Gets To My Stop?”

Posted by Moose on August 5th, 2010. Filed under: How To.

Today, I left my house. Which proved itself a very good thing when I was handed salad and poached chicken, met a very sweet dog, was given a glimpse into my new dream apartment, got complimented on my shoes, and received several emails of the “we would like to consider paying you for your awesomeness” variety.

I’m convinced all this goodness appeared solely because I put on lip gloss and walked out my front door.

Therefore.

This is a heartfelt message to those of you wrestling with the wily badger of doubt over whether or not to don pants and leave the confines of your living room. Know this, my friends: take the bold step past your stoop and people will give you things. Like flavorful chicken and the next step toward your dream of light-filled rooms and hardwood floors. I highly recommend it.

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7 Responses to Exercise Entitled “Can I Write a Blog Post On My Phone Before the Train Gets To My Stop?”

  1. Humuhumu

    Speaking of house-leaving, and things that are done outside of the house, and maybe inside non-house places… when are we going to meet up again? ‘Cause last time was fun, and I feel due for a repeat.

  2. Amy --- Just A Titch

    That sounds like quite an awesome day. Happy for you :)

  3. Abigail @ Skywaitress

    Sounds like a fantastic day. You’ve inspired me. Tomorrow I will go out and see what adventures I can have.

  4. Orion

    Good for you! Especially about the emails.

  5. heidikins

    ….but I have to put on pants? Pssssh. I quit.

    Congrats and kudos and the steps out and up!

    xox

  6. Heidi

    Sounds like a fine day!!

  7. Kerri Anne

    Yes! to this.

    I have a tendency to hole up in my apartment on days and weekends where I’m not otherwise socially engaged, and whenever I step outside, I’m never sorry.

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