Today I’m “jumping into this day from yesterday’s sin.” 

I didn’t promise part two of the post I wrote last last week about “Small Magic” because the Universe has a way of thwarting my plans. But Huzzah! Here I am fresh from reading what I wrote that day and back to continue the conversation. 

And I’m in the perfect place to contemplate the questions and perhaps find some answers. Actually the fact that I’m on my elliptical machine is key — a segue to precisely what I’ve been thinking about.

First, for contex, the big question is “What Next?” What do I want to do with my one precious life going forward? And within that, what am I going to do about my writing issues (think writer’s block). Actually to have writers block you have to be attempting to write, which I’m not, I’m not engaged in it at all and my desire to do so is waning. 

So there’s a whole other host of thoughts and questions that arise when I start to think about what’s next. 

1. Why am I putting so much pressure on myself? It’s only life after all. 
2. Why can’t I just write and not care what other people think? OR just write without thinking about where to send it or post it or whatever? 
3. What is it I really want to do? OR what would I do instead of writing? OR why does there have to be something new at all? 
4. How can I change the Good Life project so that it’s less work. OR double down and really make that thing soar?! 
5. How can I stop from sending so much work out for publication? It’s kind of an addiction right now and my typical go-to when I open my laptop to work on stuff. 
6. Do I try to continue the blog or just close up shop? (Pretend you didn’t read that) OR transition to Substack and focus on just writing?

I think I’ll call that list “top 6” because I can’t think of anything else right now. But this does sum up the Rolodex of questions in my brain on this topic. Each one could be a blog post of its own. I could explore the essence of each to try and find the answer. And maybe, temporarily, that’s the answer. To keep writing about this subject until I reach a conclusion. 

I mean, I’m all out of Bachelor and Next Level Chef episodes to keep me busy on this elliptical machine so why not? 

Which is a nice circle back to where I started. I’ve historically done a shit ton of writing from my beloved machine and perhaps I try to recapture that magic. I just need the cardio and music in my ears to make it happen. 

The brand of my machine that I stare at 45 minutes of the day is “TRUE” and that’s what I’m gonna try to do. Stay TRUE to myself and be good to myself and not take life too seriously. It’s only life after all. 

Thanks for reading and for your time. 

Peace and love, 
~Miss SugarCookie 

PS. This post was brought to you by the song “Closer to Fine” by Indigo Girls

… I’m trying to tell you something ’bout my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
And the best thing you ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously
It’s only life after all, yeah

… Well, darkness has a hunger that’s insatiable
And lightness has a call that’s hard to hear
And I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it
I’m crawling on your shores

… And I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There’s more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
(The less I seek my source)
Closer I am to fine, yeah
Closer I am to fine, yeah

… And I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a B-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind
Got my paper and I was free

… And I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There’s more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
(The less I seek my source)
Closer I am to fine, yeah
Closer I am to fine, yeah

… I stopped by the bar at 3 A.M.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend
And I woke up with a headache like my head against a board
Twice as cloudy as I’d been the night before
And I went in seeking clarity

… I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
We go to the doctor, we go to the mountains
We look to the children, we drink from the fountain
Yeah, we go to the Bible, we go through the workout
We read up on revival, we stand up for the lookout

… There’s more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
(The less I seek my source)
Closer I am to fine

… Closer I am to fine
Closer I am to fine, yeah