February seems to invoke different reactions in different people. For some it's Groundhog Day and a time to think on the end of Winter. For others it's Candlemas, for still others it's Imbolc, both celebrations with a focus on Winter's waning and Spring's stirring. Others think of Valentine's Day - to the lonelier folk it's Corporate Love Day - a celebration of love (or, to the embittered, a reminder of heartache). That's the most common one I find. For a few select World of Warcraft players, it's the week of "Love Is In The Air", and for a few weekend warriors (or folks in desperate need of a vacation) it's the month with all those Presidential birthdays in it.
To me, it's that cold dark month with a few more causes for being happy than January, which always strikes me as the loneliest and darkest month. I mean, January is the month a lot of folks rip down their decorations and turn off their twinkling lights, tossing dried and dead trees to the curb and basically bending their will toward going back to work post-hangover from all the holiday cheer and New Year celebrations. It is incredibly dark, due to the recent passing of the Winter Solstice, and cold... and more grey and hollow for all the lack of holiday spirit that keeps so many people afloat. No bright ribbons or gaily adorned wreathes. No reminders for parties or Salvation Army drives. No Santas, no sugar cookies, no lit reindeer on front lawns. Cold. Dark. Absent.
So February - while still chilly and grey - seems so much brighter for all the boxes of candies with crinkling pink and red crepe paper held by glass-eyed plushies. The little hearts and balloons do much to chase the chill away, the flowers in pots or in damp buckets neatly arranged just so warm the heart and thaw out the smiles. Granted, to me it's mainly an excuse to cuddle plush kitties and scarf down more chocolate than is really healthy, inhaling deeply of freshly cut roses, for while I don't feel a need or desire to revel in the holiday itself, I don't mind taking in the sights and smells (and tastes) while they're available.
But more than that, February is the month of Pantheacon, a once-a-year event dedicated to the exploration, refinement, and practice of alternative spiritualities. This year we have a fair representation from ancient Hebrew culture, covering some of their more in-depth astrology as well as some of their philosophical points. The theme is "Back to Basics", something that everyone could benefit by covering every now and again, with several classes ending in "101". Not least among these being Psychic Self Defense, a class I took last year with surprising and profound results. As with the convention every year, there are a few classes and workshops I have no interest in, some that are just plain silly, and some bordering on the creepily weird. But a good number of these classes are useful and insightful, providing perspectives on multiple spiritual paths.
So I am looking forward to this weekend. I will have to pack, and take many warm clothes, as being somewhat northward from here it will be chilly. Fortunately, unlike last year, it shouldn't be a torrential downpour, just a threat of a little rain on Friday. I feel hopeful about this trip, which is my Valentine's Day present... and I plan to make the most of it. I will be busy from early morning to late night four four days, studying and learning. It will be a good weekend.
February 08, 2010
February 01, 2010
Temptation
In the efforts I am undertaking in order to wrestle my finances into something resembling beneficial, I am still tackling my goals set at New Year. I've taken to ignoring my spreadsheet, not because it doesn't work but simply because I forget to use it. Some of the goals I know enough to attempt automatically, such as drinking 64 ounces of water a day, or stretching for ten minutes. Some of them have become less important, like crafting every day or writing. Some goals have suddenly become more important, and need extra tending to. So, somehow I got the idea of going back to my "box".
The box is a simple square with each side labeled for an aspect of my life: Emotional, things like self expression and relationships; Mental, for things like career and money matters; Physical, for all the stuff pertaining to my corporeal form; and Spiritual, pertaining to my personal paradigm and growth therein. On the piece of paper with this box at the top, I write the day's ate, and in a descending list, the initials for each side. It looks a bit silly, with the date and then "PEMS" listed down the page, but it's important. Next to each initial, I rank myself in that area from one to ten, ten being the best I know how to be and one being the worst I've ever felt. Then, I assess the ranking I've given myself, and write three little goals for the day in each area (simple and easy things, like "take a hot bath" or "go for a walk") that might boost that rank a bit.
See, I've discovered that lofty goals are great and all, but it gets really easy to get bogged down in the process. Day-to-day life becomes consumed by the larger goals and the attaining becomes almost more hazardous to the health than the benefit at the end is worth. So the smaller, easy-to-attain goals for the day give me the daily lift I need to keep going. So far it's been highly beneficial. I drink my water, take my medication, make the bed, get up and move around instead of slumping for hours on end at my desk, and so on.
But one little nagging thing keeps coming back to me. The little temptations are almost as easy to give into as the little goals are to attain.
For example, I want to be healthier. But those little candies on my co-worker's desk are too easy to access, too easy to say "I'll just have ONE more" to. The biggest challenge lately is soda, which I KNOW isn't a good idea, but the addiction I once had has reared its ugly head again and I'll allow myself one... to end up quenching my thirst on that and not finishing my water intake goal. The little distractions are too easy to give in to, and it makes the process terribly challenging. For just as a large goal can be supplemented by a host of smaller ones, it can be waylaid rather substantially by a horde of little vices each taking its own bite like a school of piranha taking down a cow.
So here I am, taking baby steps and trying to swat away the tiny gnats of detraction.
Lead me not into temptation, I'm already finding it everywhere anyway.
The box is a simple square with each side labeled for an aspect of my life: Emotional, things like self expression and relationships; Mental, for things like career and money matters; Physical, for all the stuff pertaining to my corporeal form; and Spiritual, pertaining to my personal paradigm and growth therein. On the piece of paper with this box at the top, I write the day's ate, and in a descending list, the initials for each side. It looks a bit silly, with the date and then "PEMS" listed down the page, but it's important. Next to each initial, I rank myself in that area from one to ten, ten being the best I know how to be and one being the worst I've ever felt. Then, I assess the ranking I've given myself, and write three little goals for the day in each area (simple and easy things, like "take a hot bath" or "go for a walk") that might boost that rank a bit.
See, I've discovered that lofty goals are great and all, but it gets really easy to get bogged down in the process. Day-to-day life becomes consumed by the larger goals and the attaining becomes almost more hazardous to the health than the benefit at the end is worth. So the smaller, easy-to-attain goals for the day give me the daily lift I need to keep going. So far it's been highly beneficial. I drink my water, take my medication, make the bed, get up and move around instead of slumping for hours on end at my desk, and so on.
But one little nagging thing keeps coming back to me. The little temptations are almost as easy to give into as the little goals are to attain.
For example, I want to be healthier. But those little candies on my co-worker's desk are too easy to access, too easy to say "I'll just have ONE more" to. The biggest challenge lately is soda, which I KNOW isn't a good idea, but the addiction I once had has reared its ugly head again and I'll allow myself one... to end up quenching my thirst on that and not finishing my water intake goal. The little distractions are too easy to give in to, and it makes the process terribly challenging. For just as a large goal can be supplemented by a host of smaller ones, it can be waylaid rather substantially by a horde of little vices each taking its own bite like a school of piranha taking down a cow.
So here I am, taking baby steps and trying to swat away the tiny gnats of detraction.
Lead me not into temptation, I'm already finding it everywhere anyway.
January 29, 2010
Sleep Deprivation, Day 39
(Okay, it's not that exact many days. It's actually closer to two months.)
I'm seriously tired. I mean honest-to-goodness, fall-down, having-worries-about-driving kind of tired.
I have trouble staying asleep. I fall asleep most times fairly quickly. I go to be around the same time each night, and get up most days at the same time. I don't drink heavily caffeinated beverages, I don't eat spicy food, but I do eat regular nutritious meals... at least a few hours before bedtime. I have a "getting ready for bed" routine, including making sure I'm comfortable for bed. I sleep in a secure place with soft warm covers, next to a portable human heating blanket who is great to cuddle with.
And yet, in the middle of the night, I wake up.
Lately it's been worse. I caught a cold a fortnight ago (jeezus, was it only that long ago?) and have a lingering cough that only seems to affect me when I'm trying to sleep. During the day? No real problems. Sleeping? I wake up coughing my lungs out to the point of painfully scratching my throat from the force. When I was sick, Boyfriend woke me up to dose me with cough syrup. I was coughing in my sleep. Now at least I wake myself up so I can take care of it on my own, but the downside is I hardly get any sleep. Last night, for example, I woke up coughing, but had already taken a dose and a half of NyQuil, so to avoid sleeping right through my alarm, I tried drinking water. It worked for about a half an hour. Then I was back up again.
Oh, yeah. I take NyQuil, and still wake up coughing. Most recently it's NyQuil Cough, after NyQuil regular didn't fix things. It made a dent, but only a dent. Still waking up. Still coughing.
But even before trying to medicate myself with cough-suppressing sedatives and tranquilizers, I was waking up. Too cold. Too hot. Covers too wrinkled. Blankets too bunched. Crazy ass dreams. Moonlight too bright. Cat jumped onto the bed. Boyfriend rolled over. I rolled over. Sometimes no reason at all. Just... awake. I blink a few times, maybe check the clock (if I even WANT to know what time it effin' is), get myself comfortable... and drift off. Usually to wake back up again later. Anywhere between two and five times a night.
Obviously, this isn't a good thing. I've been doing the breathing exercises, the routines, the careful management of habits. Soon I'm going to try very slow yoga. It could be stress, it could be something in my brain. I don't know anymore. I don't know if I ever knew in the first place, but my mind's so fogged and scrambled I can barely tell which way is up anymore. I've mentioned this to a doctor, she gave me some advice... but told me that - should this continue - I may need to go with over-the-counter medication to help me get some downtime. The brain without sleep can handle things for a short time, but - like water - it doesn't take long for the deprivation to start causing damage.
Oddly enough, much like water, lack of sleep after a sustained period causes permanent damage... and death. While dehydration causes multiple organs to shut down, lack of sleep causes the brain to start to short out, like an overheating circuit board. Hallucinations, severe personality shifts - usually to a much darker, paranoid level - and nervous tics are signs of severe sleep deprivation. Pretty soon the brain starts to experience irreversible damage. After about a week or so of extended lack of sleep, the body shuts down, and the subject dies. I did a report on sleep deprivation in college and read up on all the horrible gory details of the experiments on rats, the violent reactions of self-mutilation and lack of ability to function. I read the story of the radio personality who went sleepless for a fundraiser, and by the end of the run, his mental state was permanently altered into a much darker form.
SO I know the dangers. I know the risks. I don't know the cause. I don't know the reason. But before too much longer, I think I'm going to have to choose a more drastic solution. This can't continue. I'm becoming a hazard to myself and others.
Sleep. It's a necessity, not an option.
I'm seriously tired. I mean honest-to-goodness, fall-down, having-worries-about-driving kind of tired.
I have trouble staying asleep. I fall asleep most times fairly quickly. I go to be around the same time each night, and get up most days at the same time. I don't drink heavily caffeinated beverages, I don't eat spicy food, but I do eat regular nutritious meals... at least a few hours before bedtime. I have a "getting ready for bed" routine, including making sure I'm comfortable for bed. I sleep in a secure place with soft warm covers, next to a portable human heating blanket who is great to cuddle with.
And yet, in the middle of the night, I wake up.
Lately it's been worse. I caught a cold a fortnight ago (jeezus, was it only that long ago?) and have a lingering cough that only seems to affect me when I'm trying to sleep. During the day? No real problems. Sleeping? I wake up coughing my lungs out to the point of painfully scratching my throat from the force. When I was sick, Boyfriend woke me up to dose me with cough syrup. I was coughing in my sleep. Now at least I wake myself up so I can take care of it on my own, but the downside is I hardly get any sleep. Last night, for example, I woke up coughing, but had already taken a dose and a half of NyQuil, so to avoid sleeping right through my alarm, I tried drinking water. It worked for about a half an hour. Then I was back up again.
Oh, yeah. I take NyQuil, and still wake up coughing. Most recently it's NyQuil Cough, after NyQuil regular didn't fix things. It made a dent, but only a dent. Still waking up. Still coughing.
But even before trying to medicate myself with cough-suppressing sedatives and tranquilizers, I was waking up. Too cold. Too hot. Covers too wrinkled. Blankets too bunched. Crazy ass dreams. Moonlight too bright. Cat jumped onto the bed. Boyfriend rolled over. I rolled over. Sometimes no reason at all. Just... awake. I blink a few times, maybe check the clock (if I even WANT to know what time it effin' is), get myself comfortable... and drift off. Usually to wake back up again later. Anywhere between two and five times a night.
Obviously, this isn't a good thing. I've been doing the breathing exercises, the routines, the careful management of habits. Soon I'm going to try very slow yoga. It could be stress, it could be something in my brain. I don't know anymore. I don't know if I ever knew in the first place, but my mind's so fogged and scrambled I can barely tell which way is up anymore. I've mentioned this to a doctor, she gave me some advice... but told me that - should this continue - I may need to go with over-the-counter medication to help me get some downtime. The brain without sleep can handle things for a short time, but - like water - it doesn't take long for the deprivation to start causing damage.
Oddly enough, much like water, lack of sleep after a sustained period causes permanent damage... and death. While dehydration causes multiple organs to shut down, lack of sleep causes the brain to start to short out, like an overheating circuit board. Hallucinations, severe personality shifts - usually to a much darker, paranoid level - and nervous tics are signs of severe sleep deprivation. Pretty soon the brain starts to experience irreversible damage. After about a week or so of extended lack of sleep, the body shuts down, and the subject dies. I did a report on sleep deprivation in college and read up on all the horrible gory details of the experiments on rats, the violent reactions of self-mutilation and lack of ability to function. I read the story of the radio personality who went sleepless for a fundraiser, and by the end of the run, his mental state was permanently altered into a much darker form.
SO I know the dangers. I know the risks. I don't know the cause. I don't know the reason. But before too much longer, I think I'm going to have to choose a more drastic solution. This can't continue. I'm becoming a hazard to myself and others.
Sleep. It's a necessity, not an option.
January 19, 2010
Stressed Out
Everyone knows stress is bad for you. It causes tension, indigestion, high blood pressure, all sorts of maladies. It's even been blamed for heart disease and migraines. That said, I got a bit of a wakeup call as to how stressed I've been because it lowered my immune system... and I got sick.
I get sick less often than I used to. I had mono a couple years ago which was the equivalent of having a perpetual cold for about a year and a half. Fortunately I was an adult suffering from it, since when it hits adolescents it causes such a level of fatigue as to make normal daily activities impossible. (One poor friend of mine described it as "get up, walk down stairs to use bathroom, collapse on couch because upstairs was too hard.")
But these days I know I've run myself down, despite my attempts to live healthier. I don't eat as well as I ought, opting for easy instead of nutritious. The balance of my meals is off, high in carbs and sugar instead of vegetables and fruit. I haven't been hydrating myself properly and though I've been getting to the gym more often, it's neither regular or terribly long. But aside from all that, I stress out a lot about my job and my externship and all the eight million things that all need to be done. I have a house to keep up and animals to care for, a boyfriend to spend time with... all of which I like doing, but cannot be neglected. There is no day off from feeding the cat, for example. Laundry is a perpetual beast, dust is forever settling and floors constantly getting dirty. Paperwork needs filing, bills need paying, groceries purchasing and putting away. All this surrounding the day job and trying to have a moment to breathe in between... I start feeling guilty for taking time to myself to relax and unwind.
But, as a few good friends pointed out, play time reduces stress, which keeps me more functional. Therefore, playtime IS necessary as well. And as boyfriend keeps reminding me, I can't take care of everything else if I don't take care of myself. So now that I'm recovering from a somewhat enforced long weekend (and by "enforced" I mean "body said no to going to work"), I'm back to drinking water and breathing deeply and stretching and so on. As with everything else, it takes effort and will.
So if you see me doing something I shouldn't encourage - don't scold (that'll set off my Capricornian stubbornness) - me to do something else. I'll try not to be a snit about listening to you.
I get sick less often than I used to. I had mono a couple years ago which was the equivalent of having a perpetual cold for about a year and a half. Fortunately I was an adult suffering from it, since when it hits adolescents it causes such a level of fatigue as to make normal daily activities impossible. (One poor friend of mine described it as "get up, walk down stairs to use bathroom, collapse on couch because upstairs was too hard.")
But these days I know I've run myself down, despite my attempts to live healthier. I don't eat as well as I ought, opting for easy instead of nutritious. The balance of my meals is off, high in carbs and sugar instead of vegetables and fruit. I haven't been hydrating myself properly and though I've been getting to the gym more often, it's neither regular or terribly long. But aside from all that, I stress out a lot about my job and my externship and all the eight million things that all need to be done. I have a house to keep up and animals to care for, a boyfriend to spend time with... all of which I like doing, but cannot be neglected. There is no day off from feeding the cat, for example. Laundry is a perpetual beast, dust is forever settling and floors constantly getting dirty. Paperwork needs filing, bills need paying, groceries purchasing and putting away. All this surrounding the day job and trying to have a moment to breathe in between... I start feeling guilty for taking time to myself to relax and unwind.
But, as a few good friends pointed out, play time reduces stress, which keeps me more functional. Therefore, playtime IS necessary as well. And as boyfriend keeps reminding me, I can't take care of everything else if I don't take care of myself. So now that I'm recovering from a somewhat enforced long weekend (and by "enforced" I mean "body said no to going to work"), I'm back to drinking water and breathing deeply and stretching and so on. As with everything else, it takes effort and will.
So if you see me doing something I shouldn't encourage - don't scold (that'll set off my Capricornian stubbornness) - me to do something else. I'll try not to be a snit about listening to you.
January 11, 2010
Freefall
Lately I've had a lot on my plate. And by a lot, I mean with serious legal repercussions if I'm not careful. I need to carefully negotiate between deadlines and paychecks, trying to make sure I pay people I need to and don't go over what I have. Now I have to also figure out how to juggle paperwork that was generated by a bank's continual mistakes and registering my new vehicle, in addition to continuing my education in veterinary assistant school and sorting out payments that were mistakenly ceased by the hospital.
There are days I don't feel like dealing with it. I'd rather relax than worry about it. But not doing anything about it doesn't make it go away. I feel lost, light, listless, somewhat airy in a strange worry/no worry state of mind. I'm in the middle of a freefall, not sure if I should pull the chute, or if it'll even open, not wanting to experience the jerk of it working or the panic of it not.
Useless, it is. It does not serve me in the least. I just haven't figured out how to escape it yet.
There are days I don't feel like dealing with it. I'd rather relax than worry about it. But not doing anything about it doesn't make it go away. I feel lost, light, listless, somewhat airy in a strange worry/no worry state of mind. I'm in the middle of a freefall, not sure if I should pull the chute, or if it'll even open, not wanting to experience the jerk of it working or the panic of it not.
Useless, it is. It does not serve me in the least. I just haven't figured out how to escape it yet.
January 04, 2010
For Fun and Gaming
Recently I played a Werewolf game and found my character in a rather unenviable position of knowing a Big Bad Awful was coming and the leaders of the city in which she found herself were unwilling to look past protocol to hear her out. Since then a tirade has been burning in my brain and this was as good a forum to let it out as any. Without further ado, the tongue-lashing of Has-No-Name, Lupus Theurge Silent Strider.
"Hear me, o nobles, and leaders of tribes! Hear and hark! Your doom is closer than you know.
"Long have you heard the End Of Times proclaimed. Long have you seen the signs. Long have your advisors whispered that the Apocolypse comes. I bring a different message: it is here; it has opened its eyes and is yawning a wide open maw as I speak to you now. What you saw in the streets today was a mere beginning, a tiny drop in an ocean of terrible power. You squabble and bicker amongst yourselves like cubs, vying for dominance and lording your ranks like proud fools. You know the End comes... but you are blind that you cannot see it is already here.
"Long have I been an outlier of Garou life. Long have the nights been where I hunted in the deepest darkest places for the answers of when and where the Wyrm will strike. And answers I found, at the cost of the packs you hold so dear and homelands in which you feast and gorge. I have no home to call my own. I have no pack to whom I can turn. I am alone in a dark desert of suffering for YOUR benefit... and when I bring the answers to you, I am handled like a willful pup and ignored in favor of your politics and powermongering. One who does not know the answers I do - instead of opening her ears to warnings - allowed her pride to usurp me, and so the caern's heart had your metal and steel and vile stinking fluids poured into it. Another, who preferred to bully and batter as though he were my Alpha... he allowed the bonds to be broken unchecked and the Eldest let loose from beneath the earth.
"I am called a doomsayer and blamed for bringing news too late, 'and too many are already dead' *spit*... but I say to you, it is YOUR hubris and arrogance that shall bring the death of your precious city. I have done my part, and it was tossed aside as a fool who cannot see the worth in a pure seed tosses it away. I was told I go to my death, and none shall remember. What good your memory and songs if there be none left to sing and remember? What good your marks of honor and glory if they are worn like shrouds upon Dancers and Fomor? What good your heraldry and rank if they are but further reason to rape your kin and devour your children?
"I may be doomsayer, I may be impertinent bitch, but you WILL hear these words and know them as truth. YOU did not fight the Wyrm when it came until too many were dead. Where were you when it burst forth from the womb of the Mother? In your precious constructions of steel and concrete? Bowing and scraping to each other and posturing for position in your packs? Fools! Idiots! Throat me, then, if you have no better answer, and lose the answers with my spirit as my life's blood is spilled, but I name thee truthfully cowards and jackals who would rather have the adornments of names and silver than the earth upon which you tread. You have become prideful, and your pride has made you weak, blind, petty, 'civilized lords'... but you will be lords of cesspools and bane pits for your inaction. Protect your city now, for all it is worth, for the Eldest awakens, and you will not be able to stop him if he does."
"Hear me, o nobles, and leaders of tribes! Hear and hark! Your doom is closer than you know.
"Long have you heard the End Of Times proclaimed. Long have you seen the signs. Long have your advisors whispered that the Apocolypse comes. I bring a different message: it is here; it has opened its eyes and is yawning a wide open maw as I speak to you now. What you saw in the streets today was a mere beginning, a tiny drop in an ocean of terrible power. You squabble and bicker amongst yourselves like cubs, vying for dominance and lording your ranks like proud fools. You know the End comes... but you are blind that you cannot see it is already here.
"Long have I been an outlier of Garou life. Long have the nights been where I hunted in the deepest darkest places for the answers of when and where the Wyrm will strike. And answers I found, at the cost of the packs you hold so dear and homelands in which you feast and gorge. I have no home to call my own. I have no pack to whom I can turn. I am alone in a dark desert of suffering for YOUR benefit... and when I bring the answers to you, I am handled like a willful pup and ignored in favor of your politics and powermongering. One who does not know the answers I do - instead of opening her ears to warnings - allowed her pride to usurp me, and so the caern's heart had your metal and steel and vile stinking fluids poured into it. Another, who preferred to bully and batter as though he were my Alpha... he allowed the bonds to be broken unchecked and the Eldest let loose from beneath the earth.
"I am called a doomsayer and blamed for bringing news too late, 'and too many are already dead' *spit*... but I say to you, it is YOUR hubris and arrogance that shall bring the death of your precious city. I have done my part, and it was tossed aside as a fool who cannot see the worth in a pure seed tosses it away. I was told I go to my death, and none shall remember. What good your memory and songs if there be none left to sing and remember? What good your marks of honor and glory if they are worn like shrouds upon Dancers and Fomor? What good your heraldry and rank if they are but further reason to rape your kin and devour your children?
"I may be doomsayer, I may be impertinent bitch, but you WILL hear these words and know them as truth. YOU did not fight the Wyrm when it came until too many were dead. Where were you when it burst forth from the womb of the Mother? In your precious constructions of steel and concrete? Bowing and scraping to each other and posturing for position in your packs? Fools! Idiots! Throat me, then, if you have no better answer, and lose the answers with my spirit as my life's blood is spilled, but I name thee truthfully cowards and jackals who would rather have the adornments of names and silver than the earth upon which you tread. You have become prideful, and your pride has made you weak, blind, petty, 'civilized lords'... but you will be lords of cesspools and bane pits for your inaction. Protect your city now, for all it is worth, for the Eldest awakens, and you will not be able to stop him if he does."
Back to the Grind
After weeks of family gatherings and friends visiting, wrapping gifts and presenting presents, trying on new clothes and trying out new gadgets, now I get to finish up the rest of the holiday whirlwind and start picking up where I left off. The guest bed will need to be stripped and laundered again, the floors vacuumed, the remnants of the New Years' celebrations taken out with the rest of the recycling. Along with it are the piles of scrapped wrapping paper and empty boxes, some clothes and worn out objects headed for Goodwill replaced by newer and fresher things, and old calendars sticking out from underneath them all.
With the passing of the old year and the beginning of a new, it's more than a simple changeover into a numerical account of time. I have declared new goals for myself, resolutions I have not put into effect, such as going to the gym twice a week and building up my strength and endurance until I am able to swim ten laps in the pool easily. Along with that goal, I have declared I shall drink no more soda, have a job as a vet-assistant, be off my medication with the blessing of my doctor, therapist, and boyfriend, and other such things... by year's end. It is the beginning of a new decade, and I will soon be turning 30. It's time to really get my act together and stop dilly-dallying. My physical body has grown soft and weak with poor constitution, my career has stagnated, my savings dwindled, and my creative spark diminished. All of these must be rebuilt in order to fully achieve my potential and grow positively into success and happiness. It will take work, and diligence, and education. I have chapters to brush up on for my externship interview. I am learning Spanish in my car. I must make the time to do what I can to expand my knowledge and awareness, and I must use the time I have wisely to maximize the effect.
And so I throw out things that do not serve me, and work toward things that do. I have many hurdles to clear yet, old debts that need to be paid off and holes that need to be filled in. It will simply be effort, time, and willpower to stop putting it off and just do it.
It's another year, another day back at the office, past the insane holiday season and back into the swing of things. A routine is re-established, but *what* goes into the routine is different. Streamlined. Focused.
Everyday, I am moving forward toward my dreams.
With the passing of the old year and the beginning of a new, it's more than a simple changeover into a numerical account of time. I have declared new goals for myself, resolutions I have not put into effect, such as going to the gym twice a week and building up my strength and endurance until I am able to swim ten laps in the pool easily. Along with that goal, I have declared I shall drink no more soda, have a job as a vet-assistant, be off my medication with the blessing of my doctor, therapist, and boyfriend, and other such things... by year's end. It is the beginning of a new decade, and I will soon be turning 30. It's time to really get my act together and stop dilly-dallying. My physical body has grown soft and weak with poor constitution, my career has stagnated, my savings dwindled, and my creative spark diminished. All of these must be rebuilt in order to fully achieve my potential and grow positively into success and happiness. It will take work, and diligence, and education. I have chapters to brush up on for my externship interview. I am learning Spanish in my car. I must make the time to do what I can to expand my knowledge and awareness, and I must use the time I have wisely to maximize the effect.
And so I throw out things that do not serve me, and work toward things that do. I have many hurdles to clear yet, old debts that need to be paid off and holes that need to be filled in. It will simply be effort, time, and willpower to stop putting it off and just do it.
It's another year, another day back at the office, past the insane holiday season and back into the swing of things. A routine is re-established, but *what* goes into the routine is different. Streamlined. Focused.
Everyday, I am moving forward toward my dreams.
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