Photo credit: John Riedy

I’m in the midst of projects for two clients that require my brain cells to foxtrot, tango, and hustle simultaneously. I just busted my attention two-stepping over to thoughts of making out with my version of Aaron Samuels because it’s October 3rd and wouldn’t it be delicious to be…

Bek, STOP. Focus. Refresh your coffee and get back to work.

Get back to work. Work = writing.

Holy shit. I’m writing FOR A LIVING. Professional play. Bad ass wordsmithing.

(By the way, this post is another digression from the eatingatme formula. Whatever.)

If you’d asked me three months ago where I thought I’d be today, I would’ve responded with a shrug and said, “I’d like to be alone in my writing room in my city apartment, drinking coffee, creating content for clients, and building eatingatme.”

Hmmm. Interesting.

Bek, STOP. Breathe. Give the universe a big delicious kiss of gratitude and get back to work.

Because there’s more to come.


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