Day 99: Rules…Are Meant To Be Bent

I got to thinking over the last few days, what happens if I complete what I set out to do BEFORE my one year was up? Do I still stay single for the year just to say that I did it? Would there be any point? I am thinking, no. I think if I accomplish what I set out to do before my due date, I should be scot-free…right? What do you think? Are rules meant to be bent? How about in this case?

Ok, so if I were COMPLETELY 100% honest, it wasn’t the accomplishing goals that I was thinking about…it was the dating. Do you have any idea how hard this is right now? It feels like the world is made out of chocolate and I can’t eat it, not even nibble. All I can do is smell the paper it’s wrapped in. Like the Doritos Dude. Not sure what I am talking about? Take a peek at this video.

It is torture I tell you! The chocolate (or Doritos) lovers out there would understand. My shifty eyes go to the left…then to the right…thinking, will anyone even notice?

I would.

That’s what keeps me in line. I am too fricken honest and my integrity means far more…but gosh darn it I want to get to the finish line soon!

Two hundred and sixty-eight more days, that’s how long I have to wait…268. I don’t know if I am going to make it. I am a woman in my “prime” and it is becoming apparent to me that staying focused is not always my forte; too many shiny paperclips. Ooooo…paperclip! (FYI…“ paperclip” is an inside joke and saying I have for when I get distracted. It is the fascination I have for bright shiny objects. I swear it is not because I am blonde, it is because I am curious). So there.

Anyway, this whole “stay single” challenge I have got going on got me thinking, “How can I best use it to my advantage?” Well, why not use it as an incentive! I know from experience that depending what’s hanging on the line will also depend on how fast I can move mountains. And at the rate I am going, my eyeballs are getting bigger than my stomach. Word to the wise, never get in the way of a hungry woman! That’s like keeping pickles and ice cream away from a pregnant woman…I bet she’ll fight you for it.

Really though, think about it. If I really want to get spring “twitterpated”, then maybe, just maybe that will light the fire under my butt to get motivated and move a little faster; accomplish my goals a little sooner, and get back in the dating game. I am dangling my own carrot here, and I find it rather humorous. Hey, whatever works, right!

Trust me, this little “bend in the rules” is for my own good. You don’t want me to end up like the woman in this video do you?

Takes on a whole other meaning to “becoming one with nature” eh? Two-hundred and sixty-eight days? God help me…or I too might be out saving our rainforest. LOL!