Lazy Sunday
I really wish I knew how to upgrade my WordPress (hint, hint Ray!). Anyway…
I got a free pass for the Folk Fest and I couldn’t care less. I feel guilty about that. I’m just not incredibly excited about any of the acts. Plus, I’m really tired and it’s too hot out. I went for a couple hours yesterday, then went home to sushi and ice cream. Mel and I were supposed to go today, but I don’t know where she’s gotten to.
Mr. Helly sent me this link and I’ve fallen in love w/ the idea of once again keeping my to-do lists on paper. I bought a new Moleskine and have been using the system for about a week. It’s really simple and I love the feeling of putting pen to paper. It’s really lovely in both a tactile and aesthetic way. Using my CrackBerry for my lists was fun at first, but this is better.
I’ve decided a few things.
1. I’m tired of being out of shape and feeling unattractive.
- The first thing I’ve done is given up pop. As much as I love Coke and gin and tonics, there’s no reason to consume pop. I’m surprised at how little I miss it. In fact, thinking of having any makes me feel kinda gross. I’m not saying I’ll never sip a pop again, but I’m pleased w/ myself for accomplishing this. Next, I’m going to stop having a treat every.single.day. I’m too self-indulgent and bratty.
- I finally bought a blender. Now I’ll start making smoothies for breakfast again.
- I’m going to start walking more. Also, I’m going to take the 100 Push Ups Challenge. In fact, once I start, I think I’ll blog about how it’s going.
2. I’m married to my problems, one in particular. That article really put things into perspective. I knew I was clinging to my issues, but I like how they put it.
- I’ve noticed that some of my friends seem to see me as really complainey/mostly miserable (shut up). I know this shouldn’t be a surprise to me, but it was. I don’t like that some people see me that way. I have a few people I can be myself in front of, or rather, complain freely to. That’s more than a lot of people have. So I need to stop bitching so much to everyone. Also, I keep telling people my problems in hopes one of them will have the magic answer. Dumb. I know the answers, for the most part.
- I need to, for the moment - as much as I can, let go of the biggest heartache. I’m not sure how, but I’m doing things like trying not to think so much about how lonely I am, how unfairly I think the universe has treated me in that regard. It doesn’t help. And I’m tired of defining myself that way. It negates all the other awesome stuff about me. And, as atheistic as I am, I do believe to some extent, you get back what you put out. But not in a Secret sort of way.
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