I’ve been working on dog costumes all night.
You read that right – dog costumes. Rocket Racoon and Groot, to be exact. I think I’ve got it pretty much to the best place I can get it to.
Off to bed. I posted! Hooray for me! I didn’t forget!!
Most of the self-help out there is crap. I know because I write some of it.
Motivational posts, writings on wellbeing, bringing “balance” to your life (I just had to spell check “balance”, that shows much of it I don’t have).
I suppose it must work for some, or maybe not at all since it’s a huge industry and people keep consuming more of it looking for answers.
Every day it’s a struggle for me. There are only so many hours in the day, so it’s not about balance, my day is about priorities. And never mind about support. My husband will do something if I chase him down about it, but that’s more in the nagging genre.
I have been self-helping for 20 years, and it hasn’t changed me much. My fault, you say. Maybe. But I am who I am.
However, I may have found an ally. Have you heard of Gary John Bishop? I bought one of his audiobooks, mostly because I liked the cover – I’m a sucker for tattoos. One morning commute I found myself laughing as he was yelling in his thick Scottish accent “You’re going to die! Everyone dies! That’s it!”
This is someone I could get behind.
I don’t want to analyze my relationship with food, or someone to tell me to explore my childhood, or to meditate. I need an ass kick and someone to tell me to knock it off.
I don’t need therapy. I need a drill sergeant.
Shut up it’s been over a week since I posted.
It’s a shame, cause I write all the time. In my head. During commute, walking the dogs, making my coffee. Always when I’m doing something else and my hands are occupied. Relevant and interesting topics too. Swear.
This morning I did a little Halloween 5k run with my sister. We used to do half marathons and she considered a full marathon for a while, but those days are behind me for now. I did Disney runs where it was 10k one day and a half marathon the next, mostly for the three medals I would get, but training takes up too much time. I would be getting up at 5 am seven days a week. Pass on that.
Difference: I got married, and now have two dogs. Keeping a Labrador and Australian Cattle Dog tired past the point of destruction is a part time job in itself. Now with a longer commute (It used to be 4 minutes! FOUR MINUTES! The sacrifice I made for love!), and a husband that likes to snuggle, changes had to be made.
The 5k was fun, and I’ll post pictures later when my sister sends them to me. We are doing a Turkey Trot next month, and I want to improve my time. I have the running mindset of longer distances, which is very hang back-hang back-ok now GO. Must learn to push earlier and longer. Nothing like being 10 minutes behind a lady pushing a double stroller to motivate you, regardless of how badass she is (monster!).
Still can’t believe how much I lagged in my new writing goal. Learned, I have. This is going to take a little more concentration.
The company I’m working for is slashing the budget. They overspent, this year and over estimated this years income. They couldn’t live up to it. Now, it’s time to pay the piper.
Last year I got a 4% raise, the year before – nada. This year, they project a 3% raise for me. I don’t make a lot of money so the increase isn’t much.
I know the debates – be thankful for a job, that I’m getting anything….I know I’m not alone in that I do the job of several positions. Three, that I’m aware of. I’ve also been there over a decade.
I didn’t mean for a bitchfest post, but that’s all that’s been on my mind today.
I suppose I should try to focus on something else.
Last week I really worked on my sleep quotient. It was a real effort to make sure I got the recommended 7-8 hours. I didn’t realize that I was only getting about 6 until I took a moment to figure it out.
This is boring too. Not enough sleep, not enough money – what a whiner. My problems aren’t really “problems”, are they? Just crap to complain about, a distraction.
Hmm. A boring post but it’s brought me some perspective.
An assignment: to post to my blog once a day for 30 days.
Why? I need to get in the practice of writing, and making time for it.
I always envisioned writing taking place at a wooden desk, facing a window with a view, in a starched white shirt and wearing glasses (although I don’t need them). In reality I just need to lock myself in a closet for a few moments.
BUT, I have always wanted to write, have always written, and have scores of files stuffed with miscellaneous notes and starts of things.
So I am just practicing. I’m curious, too, to see if this takes me somewhere or nowhere.
For now, I offer my sleeping pup as amusement.