#hashtagginghelpsmecope

as a preface...
I am not on Twitter...I do not have Twitter... I do not Tweet...
I do not even know how to say that...
Whatever, this week, my brain was hash tagging like it was my job.

On Monday I braved a trip into Seattle. Alone.
Armed with hand written directions and a dumb phone. Not a smart one.
For some reason, I concluded that a trip into Seattle by myself to renew my passport was the least stressful options at my disposal. What. was. I. thinking?

I freaked out a little on Kevin Sunday night...
He pepped talked me. "You have traveled in foreign countries. You can totally do this."
Well, since I had no choice, I put on my big girl panties and decided to go for it.

The driving isn't what stresses me out...it's the parking. Or more accurately...the finding of parking. That stuff pushes me to the edge of appropriate word usage. And the pedestrians...and bicyclists...and busses...and one way streets...yeah. those are stressful too. So maybe the driving is stressful too.

But, Monday, I decided to try changing "this is crazy" to "this is an adventure."
And hash tagging was my coping mechanism.
Only I was texting them to a small handful of people instead of the world wide webs.

I was cracking myself up and found that while I was looking for humor...I actually really enjoyed my 'adventure.'

A sample of my hash tags:
(warning...there are A. LOT.)
#kickinitoldschool
#callmecrazy
#pleasepray
#mamasmakinithappen
#sunisshiningareyoukiddingme?
#ohheymountains
#dudethatsaskirt
#ifshecandothiswithatwoyearoldicandoitalone
#coolestcityEVER
#streetperformer
#pikeplacemarket
#aintnosunshinewhenshesgone
#knottinghillmoment
#fishstinks
#hoofinitinseattle
#justsaynotogymmembership
#thisiscardio
#needmoredeodorant
#whatwasshethinkingwiththoseheels?
#partysover
#whereisI5
#iamsolost
#seriouslywhereisI5?
#hashtagginghelpsmecope