Fail

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Last week I resolved to blog twice a week and, well, I didn’t. I think we can count that one as a fail. Failures happen. All of the time. And we move forward. Last night, in fact, I had started this blog:

Want to know a really cool antidepressant? Wash the dishes. For real. That pile of gnarly, dirty dishes in the kitchen is a depressant, but as soon as you wash them or fill the dishwasher and press start–boom–a little dose of happy hits the brain. Check it out.

Me? I have dishes in the kitchen right now and I really, really, really, really, really don’t want to go in there and wash them (depressant). Yet I know as soon as I get in there and get it over with I will feel better (antidepressant).

I got that far and went to bed. Didn’t do the dishes. Didn’t finish the blog. Fail, fail. Failure, man, at least it gives a place from which to grow. I don’t expect to be perfect, but I do plan to keep going, just like a human.

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