Revenge of the Spreadsheet

I've always been a weird type. Sometimes I hear things different. Maybe it's my short attention span or how I'm wired, or maybe it's wrecked ears from too many rehearsals with a loud drummer (thanks Matt). But sometimes it just takes a little more effort or understanding, or just really how it's said... for it to sink in.

You can tell me something is blue. You can remind me something is blue. You can yell at me that something is blue. For weeks. It's blue. Yeah yeah, it's blue.

Then one day, you can tell me it's 'cyan'... and I get it. Suddenly its processed in the same way it should have been all this time, and yet, for reasons stated above and hundreds of other ones (probably) its 'cyan' that got me. And yes, you can probably guess how much fun I am to be married to now.

The point of all this insight into my weirdo brain is a strange one. Or a silly one. My apartment complex has been sold recently, and the new ownership has sent me an invoice of my rent due. With a breakdown of all the charges, like trash and water and rent... and a garage space.

And suddenly, even though I knew it was there and have known for months and paying it willingly and hating that extra Benjamin leaving me each month... it was far more impactful. Seeing that line item there in front of me... I hated that extra cost. It impacted me. And perhaps I should have had this same reaction each and every month, but I haven't and didn't. But seeing it as this listing on a sheet of paper, hearing it called 'cyan', it grabbed me a bit this morning.

So while July is all but here and there's nothing I can do to prevent another Benjamin saying goodbye to his quant little comfortable space in my wallet and moving on into the world, I can use this new knowledge and power for good, and get this bike running and out of the garage.

Even if it has to move into the living room instead.