let me open this post with my three thoughts about the Super Bowl:
one: Beyonce is awesome (duh).
two: that Bar Refaeli commercial? Yeah, yeah. I know. Nasty (especially the unedited version, although that kid sure had the time of his life, didn't he?). But what about the evil eye bracelet she is wearing? Anyone know where it is from? I am in love and I need it like now now now.
three: football is a very stupid sport. The end, sorry.
anyway. So. It's February 5th already, which is crazy and sad. But it also means I have to take a look back at my goals for last month (I mean, I don't have to have to, but I guess I want to).
{1} write for my novel every day -- check.
{2} read! For pleasure. -- check.
{3} worry less. -- check.
{4} improve my running speed. -- check.
I'm just the bee's knees, am I not? Kidding.
but seriously, this year is up to a pretty fabulous start.
so what do I have in mind for February (which, by the way, gets so much hate, which I find totally unfair because February is my birthday month)?
{1} keep writing my novel. Every day.
{2} stop pulling out my hair (I am a self-diagnosed trichotillomaniac. Is that a real term?). Which I don't expect to really be able to do, but you know.
{3} go on five runs a week.
anddd...that's it? I guess I'm not really setting the bar high this month. Whatever, I'm a second semester college senior.
in other news, Homeland is the best show on television and can it come back on like now please?
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Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
things i've learned in the past year
...things that I should've learned a long time ago.
I'm doing 12 things. For 2012. '12, get it?
You must be really dumb if you don't.
{1} I am a terribly flawed human being (aren't we all?), which I already knew, of course, but what I did not know was that my flaws are not that I am unlovable or fat or a failure. My flaws are that I am insecure, that I take things out on people that do not deserve it, that I am overly sensitive (which is sometimes good, sometimes bad), and that I have no patience to speak of. Which are all problems I should work on, and, you know, try to fix. At least a little bit. Especially the part about taking things out on others, because that's just not very nice. Also, I should watch my language. You know, in front of the child (i.e. Simba).
{2} A year and a half ago I did not think I could say this, but I am okay without my mother. Better off, in fact. Infinitely happier and more confident.
{3} there is no way that I do not have trichotillomania. No way. At least, like, mildly. And it needs to stop. Tips?
{4} the world is beautiful, but it can also be a very, very ugly place. Therefore, it is our responsibility to support and promote things like peace, human rights, clean energy, etc. I feel strongly about this. If we don't do it, who will? (That said, if the Mayans were correct and the world is indeed coming to an end, well, then, who cares.)
{5} feeling "fine" does not mean I can get off my medication without a doctor's supervision. DO NOT DO IT. STOP DOING IT. WHEN WILL I LEARN MY LESSON? Good God.
{6} and on that note, do not ever ever take medication that was not prescribed to you, especially if you have never taken it before and have no idea how you will react to it (not the sharpest tool in the shed, am I? Is that how that saying goes?)
{7} I've always had an irrational fear of being a terrible mom like mine was. Of being incapable of loving my children. But now I know that would never happen, because judging by how much I love Simba, I cannot even imagine how obsessed I would be with an actual future child.
{8} running is the best, and I have no idea why I ever hated it.
{9} it's about high time I come to terms with the fact that I missed the boat when it comes to gymnastics. My body is not healthy. I cannot do it anymore. Too bad.
{10} all I've ever wanted to do was write -- why deny myself this love for writing for fear of failing? Ridiculous.
{11} do not ever plan out your life in a neatly curated timeline. It won't happen that way. Things will change. I guarantee you that it is written in the stars that they will. And at first you might agonize over it, cry over it, struggle over it, but here's the exciting truth: it always, always is all for the best. Bigger and better things, kids. Bigger and better things.
{12} people change. For better and for worse. And that's okay. Life is not stagnant. It just is.*
*how Zen is that!?
I'm doing 12 things. For 2012. '12, get it?
You must be really dumb if you don't.
{1} I am a terribly flawed human being (aren't we all?), which I already knew, of course, but what I did not know was that my flaws are not that I am unlovable or fat or a failure. My flaws are that I am insecure, that I take things out on people that do not deserve it, that I am overly sensitive (which is sometimes good, sometimes bad), and that I have no patience to speak of. Which are all problems I should work on, and, you know, try to fix. At least a little bit. Especially the part about taking things out on others, because that's just not very nice. Also, I should watch my language. You know, in front of the child (i.e. Simba).
{2} A year and a half ago I did not think I could say this, but I am okay without my mother. Better off, in fact. Infinitely happier and more confident.
{3} there is no way that I do not have trichotillomania. No way. At least, like, mildly. And it needs to stop. Tips?
{4} the world is beautiful, but it can also be a very, very ugly place. Therefore, it is our responsibility to support and promote things like peace, human rights, clean energy, etc. I feel strongly about this. If we don't do it, who will? (That said, if the Mayans were correct and the world is indeed coming to an end, well, then, who cares.)
{5} feeling "fine" does not mean I can get off my medication without a doctor's supervision. DO NOT DO IT. STOP DOING IT. WHEN WILL I LEARN MY LESSON? Good God.
{6} and on that note, do not ever ever take medication that was not prescribed to you, especially if you have never taken it before and have no idea how you will react to it (not the sharpest tool in the shed, am I? Is that how that saying goes?)
{7} I've always had an irrational fear of being a terrible mom like mine was. Of being incapable of loving my children. But now I know that would never happen, because judging by how much I love Simba, I cannot even imagine how obsessed I would be with an actual future child.
{8} running is the best, and I have no idea why I ever hated it.
{9} it's about high time I come to terms with the fact that I missed the boat when it comes to gymnastics. My body is not healthy. I cannot do it anymore. Too bad.
{10} all I've ever wanted to do was write -- why deny myself this love for writing for fear of failing? Ridiculous.
{11} do not ever plan out your life in a neatly curated timeline. It won't happen that way. Things will change. I guarantee you that it is written in the stars that they will. And at first you might agonize over it, cry over it, struggle over it, but here's the exciting truth: it always, always is all for the best. Bigger and better things, kids. Bigger and better things.
{12} people change. For better and for worse. And that's okay. Life is not stagnant. It just is.*
*how Zen is that!?
my goals; december {a little late}
November was an odd month. There was both really, really good, and really, really bad. There was illness and loss. There was love like I've never known before. Life is very strange sometimes, isn't it? And so I'm just trying to deal with the day to day...
let's review my November goals, shall we?
{1} keep running! I've recently fallen in love with running, and I really hope to get better and faster. There's really no greater feeling than after you're done with a run...serious endorphins there. -- minus the time when I got horribly sick (seratonin syndrome is dreadful and deadly, by the way), and minus the time I spent a week in Albany with no access to a gym, I ran like a champ. So go me.
{2} do well in school. I don't know why this has fallen down the wayside this semester...senioritis? -- I'm trying. I really am. But when bad things happen, motivation tends to fall by the wayside. Luckily, I think I did well in my sociology final today. And I hope I'm not jinxing this now.
{3} write something for my novel every day...even if it's just a word. Just something. -- big, fat, huge fail. But in my defense -- somedays I could hardly muster the energy to get out of bed.
{4} look into more (hopefully paid) freelancing opportunities. -- yes. I wrote plenty and even made a little money.
{5} eat healthier. -- I mean, if you forget Thanksgiving.
{6} laugh more. -- despite all the heartache, it might surprise you to hear that I have laughed like I have never laughed before in the month of November. And I have my incredible boyfriend to thank for that.
and on to the next...my December goals:
{1} write fiction. I have a new novel forming itself in my head (actually, I have three, but this one seems almost imperative that I write now), and although I am not quite sure how I feel about juggling two novels at once, I think I'm going to give it a shot.
{2} do something each day to relax. Even if it's a little thing, like read a book for pleasure, or indulge in a glass of red wine.
{3} get through the semester. Just get through it.
{4} reach out to my friends when I am hurting more. I have so much trouble with this.
{5} stay active. Staying active makes me feel great, whether it be yoga, running, or skiing.
{6} advocate for peace. In little ways, maybe, but in any way that I can.
let's review my November goals, shall we?
{1} keep running! I've recently fallen in love with running, and I really hope to get better and faster. There's really no greater feeling than after you're done with a run...serious endorphins there. -- minus the time when I got horribly sick (seratonin syndrome is dreadful and deadly, by the way), and minus the time I spent a week in Albany with no access to a gym, I ran like a champ. So go me.
{2} do well in school. I don't know why this has fallen down the wayside this semester...senioritis? -- I'm trying. I really am. But when bad things happen, motivation tends to fall by the wayside. Luckily, I think I did well in my sociology final today. And I hope I'm not jinxing this now.
{3} write something for my novel every day...even if it's just a word. Just something. -- big, fat, huge fail. But in my defense -- somedays I could hardly muster the energy to get out of bed.
{4} look into more (hopefully paid) freelancing opportunities. -- yes. I wrote plenty and even made a little money.
{5} eat healthier. -- I mean, if you forget Thanksgiving.
{6} laugh more. -- despite all the heartache, it might surprise you to hear that I have laughed like I have never laughed before in the month of November. And I have my incredible boyfriend to thank for that.
and on to the next...my December goals:
{1} write fiction. I have a new novel forming itself in my head (actually, I have three, but this one seems almost imperative that I write now), and although I am not quite sure how I feel about juggling two novels at once, I think I'm going to give it a shot.
{2} do something each day to relax. Even if it's a little thing, like read a book for pleasure, or indulge in a glass of red wine.
{3} get through the semester. Just get through it.
{4} reach out to my friends when I am hurting more. I have so much trouble with this.
{5} stay active. Staying active makes me feel great, whether it be yoga, running, or skiing.
{6} advocate for peace. In little ways, maybe, but in any way that I can.
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