The Self Talk

Knowing myself as I do, any deliberate attempt at a daily affirmation would be met with a series of eye rolls followed by some adverbs thrust onto the bathroom floor with a questioning lilt, a blank stare, a slight shaking of my head to aid the release of mild curse words adjectives under my breath, more eye rolls, and possibly a foot stomp as I reach to turn on the shower. I recognize fake in my sleep. So, for a motivational exercise to have any effect on me, it must be spontaneous, organic and preferably before my feet bump the floor. Kind of like a fart.

This internal combustion, as it were, is usually triggered by something I heard or read and often strangely connects people and places in ways only I can understand. That is, I suppose, why some of my writing may seem to be incomplete thought. Maybe too much is implied. Like say, why Wall Street Journal articles are frequently referenced or how something which is absolutely hilarious to me prompts ZERO comments. My husband reminds me that most people consume information and move on, rarely taking time to engage. (He’s sweet like that and he tries to fix everything, really he does.) When I respond by saying how many comments I see on other blogs, and that his theory doesn’t make sense, he just tells me to keep writing, that I’m great, and some other stuff to try to make me shut up happy.

Here are a few things that motivated me to write today.

Another blogger replied to a comment I made on a post because she is a cheerleader, of sorts.

Yesterday I received an email from a friend about a Dilbert she thought I would find amusing “because you write” she said. She also writes and is a cheerleader, of sorts.

Dilbert to technical writer:  Your second paragraph is pointless and confusing.  Let’s just delete it.

Technical writer to Dilbert:  I’m a highly trained technical writer.  What makes you think you can do my job better?

Dilbert to technical writer:  That might be a trick question but I’m pretty sure the answer is paragraph two.

Last night I was showing my husband a photo I took on the plane when we went to visit our daughter over Memorial Day Weekend. I swear the image on the window looked just like Howard Stern to me. So, I snapped a picture of it.

Anyway, my husband told me that he heard Joe Walsh on the Howard Stern Show a couple of days ago promoting his new album, Analog Man, and that he was giving away one of the songs on iTunes.

I downloaded it. You can listen to it here.


This morning I awoke with the classic (pre Joe Walsh) Eagles tune, Take It to the Limit, in my head.

You can listen to it here.


Now, you should know that the lyrics to this song at one time in my life were associated with closing time. Today they mean something more. My “highway” is this blog and everyday I tell myself to “take it to the limit” one more time. Some days that’s the limit of my imagination. Some days it’s the limit of what I can stand. If there has ever been a day when I needed motivation, today is one of those days, and guess what, as I was reading today’s “Dilbert” in the Dallas Morning News (yes, I read more than the WSJ)

I glanced over at my horoscope and here it is:

‘It gets easier to express yourself from now through the end of the month. Search for buried treasure. Stand firm against an attack.’

I’m going to make an assumption that doesn’t mean a shark attack, but those subtle self-talk attacks I find myself against from time to time. Also, I’m thinking I need to buy a metal detector or take up scuba diving. What do you think?

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7 Responses to The Self Talk

  1. flrosie says:

    Funny thing about writers and writing……we’re ferociously defensive of our words, fearful to let them out lest others fail to love them as much as we do. Then when we gather that courage, we wait with bated breath for a comment, a “like,” a follower, ANYTHING to justify the bloodletting of our soul through the written word. I couldn’t NOT leave a comment; if I weren’t such a newbie here I’d be a follower, too. I’ll figure it out!

  2. Hala J. says:

    Those first two paragraphs are GOLD. And for what it’s worth, I love your writing style so don’t stop no matter if your post gets a million comments or zero. Your voice and personality shine through your writing, and I don’t say that lightly. You’re funny too, and kind of snarky in a good way. Also–that window image? *Totally* Howard Stern.

  3. Sarah says:

    I think it means you’ve got almost 3 more weeks of June to continue writing your laugh out loud observations highlighting the joy of daily life – even the stuff that pushes you over the edge. Love it all.

    • Honie Briggs says:

      It’s the LOLs that keep me coming back for more! As always, Sarah, your comment is much appreciated AND it was great to see you again in real life yesterday. You looked maaah-vah-lous : )

  4. Honie Briggs says:

    SM~ you are gracious! If I could do a cartwheel right now, I would. If I could break dance, I would bust a move. It’s only Thursday and already I’ve got the Friday vibe. Thank You! So very much!

  5. sweetmother says:

    okay, this is awesome. seriously, i loved this post. and i can’t understand why in the feck i wasn’t following you before. but, now i am, so YAAAAY. secondly, i loved this sentence: ‘i recognize fake in my sleep.’ so good, so good! i think it’s really hard to do what you did – take seemingly different thoughts and weave them together into a narrative, but for me – you totally made it work. i loved it and i’m glad i read it. ;) sm

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