Not to steal Liz Lemon’s thunder, but…I can. The Silver Fox even said so.

What is “it all”?
Well, nothing but kind of everything? Situationally, to me, at least.
First, there’s the Dry Happy Hour that I call work. Driving for Lyft. Seriously, I just sit around and chat with strangers. How is that work? Legitimately, if we had drinks it would be exactly what I do at Happy Hour when my friends aren’t around to join.
Well, I’ve struggled to get my mojo back since vacation in early October. I usually put in around 25 hours a week, but the second a third weeks of October, I didn’t always manage that. Plus, before vacation, I’d been putting in more hours to allow me to save for…a new condo next Spring.
I’m no longer sure that’s my goal, and I know that is part of my recent apathy: no clear goal. So the bonus that Lyft runs occasionally was a welcome jump start at the end of October. It’s an up to $377 bonus for giving 135 rides in a week. It usual means a 45-50 week of driving.
Then there was this day to ice that cake:

Yeah, I drove all night on October 30th and earned $1031! Not bragging, specifically, but I’m too amused y earning “Halloween” dollars on Halloween Eve.
Then Lyft dropped the same bonus for a second consecutive week. I was pretty wiped out from last week and only managed 16 rides Monday-Thursday. I’d kind of resigned myself to not meeting the 114 ride minimum threshold for the first tier bonus. Then I had an epic Friday night, where I “one more ride”-ed myself to a personal record of 40 rides in one night and suddenly the first tier was within my grasp.
Gotta love rainy weekends for lots of short rides.
I’m on my way out to wrap up the final 24 rides…but then I saw this in my app this morning.

A third week?!? Here’s what I sent to The Fox that prompted his all-caps support.

Ten thousand dollars in four weeks? It’s within reach, and would certainly help me get October’s derailing back on track.
Except…
There’s the whole exercise thing. Since getting my Peloton, I’ve managed to work out about 5 days a week. Even during my vacation! But looking at my October results, you can see the struggle.

Ugh.
So my balancing act challenge has been to get in some exercise and drive. Pretty achievable…except October.
And now I think I can add in a third objective: NaNoWriMo.
Oh, the absolute hubris.
Fifty thousand words on a novel project in the month of November. I sat it out last year – because I struggle to do anything that I think of as “work” at home.
Writing straddles that line between work and hobby.
Blog? No worries.
Novel? Nah, that’s work…other people make money doing that type of thing.
But, while I haven’t been able to manage working on any of my story ideas at home, I’m capable of kicking around ideas all day long, no matter where I am. I hit the ground running – kinda, you should read that as proChristinating – with NaNoWriMo. Five thousand words in the first two days. Then I got back into gear with driving on Friday and have only added a couple thousand words since then.
It’ll come back, though. I wrote 50k on my first NaNo in two weeks. I’ve still got three weeks left in November, so I’ll definitely get across that finish line.
But the next week is gonna be a frenzied hell trying to manage all three of these goals.
Remember, though…I CAN HAVE IT ALL! At least for a week.

Keep the positive and enthusiastic attitude and go for the accomplishment! Good for you! Just remember to b-r-e-a-t-h-e! LOL! 🙂 Naked hugs!
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I’ll put a reminder in my calendar!
I’m laying in bed right now…is that a good start? 🥸🥸🥸
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Yes, sir! 😉
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I should become a LYFT driver. except in Dallas they get shot.
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Getting tipped in “hot lead” versus cash does sound distinctly like a non-perk.
Portland’s Gun violence is getting pretty nuts, too. On Saturday, I dropped off a passenger and heard two gunshots down the block as I pulled through the intersection. Very unnerving. Do *not* tell my mother.
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I’m like Las Vegas. What gunfire?
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