I’ve begun to think about my New Years Resolutions already. I have been jotting down my mindless thoughts into my journal. One of which is “gooooo work on that damned excel class” I went there only once and I need to go there and spend about 8 hours straight doing nothing but that class. I haven’t even logged onto that site in over a week. That is not good. I need to buckle myself into my rocking chair at home and get bustin’ on that. Trace…send me some nasty emails and help me get my ass moving. I wrote up a schedule for my weekend because my weekend always runs away from me and I never get anything done that I want to get done.
I also have a top ten book list from Tod that I want to investigate and I haven’t done that yet either. I coulda done that last night while “he” was singing. But I never surf when he’s singing. I usually sit there with my eyes closed being all completely relaxed.
I could probably get more done on the weekends if I wasn’t always using the excuse “But it’s the weekend…” at the beginning of everything I think or say. That’s not a good thing. So here I am on Friday trying to psyche myself up to enter the weekend game with a better plan. I have a list of about 20 things that I want to get done and I plan to cross them out as I go. My goal is to come back to work on Monday with my scraggly list of things all crossed out. Ahhh then I can be pleased with my accomplishments.
I also want to put a nice big dent in that book I just got. I intend to read it from front cover to back cover. After all I was worth the extra cost of the hardback vs. the soft cover. Whatever that was. ;-)
I’m going out to lunch with Delboy today. Delboy and I used to go out to lunch almost daily. Then I got tired of wasting my free hour doing nothing but eating. Now I write, plan, organize or just put my head down on the desk and close my eyes if I need to. Delboy is probably the only person right here “in” my life that I talk to about anything. But that has sorta changed. It’s been my recent finding that the more you open up for people the more shit they can fuck up for you. The more you hang your thoughts out there the more you get ripped up. Sad but true. So today Delboy’s gonna hear about my quandary with what to buy husband for Christmas.
Here’s the problem…I have to get him something. I just haven’t a clue what. For some reason it’s just not in my heart to do this whole Christmas thing and yet it’s the right thing to do. I have to say…last night he had blueprints smeared all over the floor and was working on them. I feel better where he is concerned that he’s doing the right thing with his life again. But I have my doubts as to how long this would ever last anyways.
I’m still moving out. I’m still convinced that this is what I need to do. I have just pushed a lot of things out of my mind in an effort to not overwhelm myself. Go figure…it never works.
Why do I let life control me more than I control my life?
Achin’ for better time management….
PoeticaL
Sometimes you got to stand up
And take control of your life
Happiness can be your choice if you choose it