Naturally, when I have a lot to do (hello–I have to pack for turkey hunting on Thursday!), I lay down and read.
I tried to work on a query letter for an article pitch, but I soon shut the laptop and succumbed to the camo-comforter, and finished reading “What Happened to Goodbye,” for the upteenth time.
I love Sarah Dessen books (seriously, all of them). I’ve always dreamed of having a huge library in my house, but I’ve newly been set on getting rid of books I don’t think I’ll reread. It may take me a bit longer to grow my archives, but just imagine a place where any title can be pulled and opened to a spot at random (if, for some reason I didn’t feel like starting again at the beginning), and enjoyed.
I’m a chronic rereader, and proud.
Have you seen Parks and Recreation? I absolutely love it, except for the hunting episode that is completely cringe-worthy (but still worthy of a few laughs).
Well, I’ve been watching a few episodes since I’m home sick, or I should say: back home sick.
I thought I was ok this morning, but alas, after trying a few bites of food, and feeling like I was going to faint, I knew I should probably get back in bed.
That means I missed my social media workshop I was supposed to teach for work–bummer!
That’s right, I didn’t do anything “Photoworthy.” Unless, of course you count waitressing…and awkwardly waiting on people you grew up with (and making small talk) who very obviously have no idea who you are.
I’ll make it up to ya!
Unless you count taking a nap (a 15 minute one at that), I didn’t do anything “Photoworthy.”
I’ll make it up to you–err, me.
One great thing about moving, is the all the crap you have to put into boxes. Today I’ve sifted through craft supplies, books, and dvds…and there’s so much more crap to go through.
This is a great opportunity to get rid of things I don’t use, but not a great opportunity for photos.
I also wish I had booze.
Most of the time (when I’m not in the woods or on the water), I wonder why I live in Minnesota.
I need more sunshine.
Well today, to celebrate the warmth and the sensation of actually wanting to move (and not lay curled up in bed all day), I took a walk with my friend Spencer.
We walked around a lake, dodging the mad sidewalk rivers from all the melting snow. We chatted, and returned to the apartment with smiles on our faces.
And a pathetic burn in our leg muscles.
Ok. Sometimes I feel like I don’t do enough. I should go out more. I should see more people. I should explore. And I shouldn’t lounge about so often.
Well today I thought “screw that.”
After a lot of budgeting, and a week of applying for part time jobs, I realize that my weekends are going to change drastically again. I’ve done it before, the work, work, work, and more work…and it didn’t work out (for my happiness). But, I know that I have to do it again. I can’t afford not to.
Anyways, I know how much it sucks, and in the midst of an overworked and scrambled and exhausted mind, it isn’t the “exciting stuff” that miss most, but the energy to open a book and read without my eyes drooping shut.
So, this Friday night, I read, I snuggled (with Pickle), and I relaxed.
I reread “Specials” for the zillionth time. A great final book in the “Uglies” trilogy.
I’ve been living “beyond my means,” so today I spent two hours going over my spending habits, trying to figure out a new budget that is realistic, yet manageable.
I’ve been having a lot of anxiety lately.
And then I’ve been bitching about it to my family.
Then I’ve been feeling bad about bitching.
Then I’ve been sad.
Then I’ve been sharing the sadness with my family.
Then I’ve been feeling like people aren’t gonna want to talk/be around me soon enough (and that I sure don’t).
And then I have another panic-attack/anxiety spazz out.
And the loop continues.
And the booze doesn’t really help anymore. And Jimmy Johns is just too expensive.
So today, when I came home all emo, and threw on a sweatshirt so I could put the hood up for dramatic effect, I played with my phone-app “duolingo.” It’s free, and it checks off a goal.
Maybe I can program the app to only teach me positive sayings…
Mi vida es _________.