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My motto is to think positive, roll up my sleeves and get things done. I'm not a huge complainer because as they say, there's no problem so bad that complaining about it won't make it worse. Complaining is unproductive and I don't have time to be unproductive. But lately, oh man, I have incarnated into Debbie Downer. Ask me how I'm doing and I will reply, in the verge of tears, about how I just can't do it.
A couple of month ago I committed myself to organizing food for a big church event. It's a luau and we're planning on feeding 1000 people. I had no idea what I was getting into. "Sure I can organize the food." And a small army to cook it. And another small army to serve. And another small army to get the food on the tables, help with prep, help with distributing food, unload the truck, pick up the pig in the next town over, find someone who can use a machete to cut the pig, make sure all the dancers have a plate of food, and so many other things that have fallen through the crack I'm just going to pretend they never existed in the first place.
