So, my last 100 Day Challenge ended about a week and a half ago or so. I accomplished much, if not all of my goals. I noticed that I dealt with minor hiccups very well. Working late, change of schedule, even trips did not phase me. When something big happened, though, it derailed me completely. When Mark was gone, I lost focus so completely. I guess I don't deal with grief and my own depression so well. I am hoping I can begin anew, but I feel like I am starting over in so many ways. So what goals do I pick without sounding repetitive?
1. Work out enough to be able to run comfortably for my predetermined goal of X miles.
2. Develop outline for my novel. Now that I have a solid grasp for where it is going, I think an outline is in order.
3. Research and determine which jobs would be feasible for me to do with my current degree, then start applying, of course! Also research freelancing opportunities.
4. Go through clothes and other stuff and give to Goodwill what I don't need.
ok I think that is good. I reserve the right to change or alter them as I go. I am tired out so to bed I go. More tomorrow!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Winter
I think it is finally winter. In TRUE Northwestern fashion the snow fell today in wet lumps which immediately dissolved into puddles on the ground. I am pensive of late. Not exactly sad but not exactly happy. I feel so contradictory! I finished my 100 day challenge and succeeded and failed at once. I will start anew on Sunday. I have no idea what my goals are yet, which is why I will not be starting tomorrow. I keep hoping I will be more perseverant about posting Vlogs and Blogs, but I'm resigned to a few here and there if that is what my sanity requires. Lately I feel like I have been doing well connecting to friends. Book club, my roommate, and many others are all connections that I made in my first 100 day challenge.
And yet sometimes I feel lonely. There is a part of me that really wishes for a boyfriend. It is strange to me because for so long I was so resistant to wanting a boyfriend. In high school I insisted that I wanted to "court" and not date. In college I insisted I was too independent. Yet here I am at 26, feeling like a 13 year old. Gosh, that was half my lifetime ago.
Today I read a book called "The Mermaid Chair." It is so beautiful! It leaves me feeling jealous that my words don't invoke the same kind of emotion as Sue Monk Kidd's. Maybe with practice. Lots of practice. And lots of editing. Anyhow, in the book there is the reccuring number of 17. Everything seems to happen on the 17th of different months. It always makes me think and boggle my own mind with number games of my life, what things happened when and the strange coincidences those numbers have with each other.
Ah well it is time for me to drift into dreamland -- hopefully where I will recover from whatever illness I am fighting. If anyone still reads this I hope you are doing beautifully today.
And yet sometimes I feel lonely. There is a part of me that really wishes for a boyfriend. It is strange to me because for so long I was so resistant to wanting a boyfriend. In high school I insisted that I wanted to "court" and not date. In college I insisted I was too independent. Yet here I am at 26, feeling like a 13 year old. Gosh, that was half my lifetime ago.
Today I read a book called "The Mermaid Chair." It is so beautiful! It leaves me feeling jealous that my words don't invoke the same kind of emotion as Sue Monk Kidd's. Maybe with practice. Lots of practice. And lots of editing. Anyhow, in the book there is the reccuring number of 17. Everything seems to happen on the 17th of different months. It always makes me think and boggle my own mind with number games of my life, what things happened when and the strange coincidences those numbers have with each other.
Ah well it is time for me to drift into dreamland -- hopefully where I will recover from whatever illness I am fighting. If anyone still reads this I hope you are doing beautifully today.
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