Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Baby steps
Caught a branch hanging over my current of circumstance. Holding tight. Standing still. Things are looking up.
Monday, March 24, 2008
You know you're in a funk when...
You know you're in a funk when getting a gift reminds you of the life you're not living and causes you to feel depressed.
Gift = depressed?! Only in my own little fucked up mind.
Explanation: my favorite aunt (Beth to the friends in the know) sent me a very belated Christmas gift. (My family tends to get around to things at their own speed. I somehow missed that gene and grew up a sycophantic people pleaser. OK, not really, but punctuality is key. However, it must be said that my Aunt Beth is above the law. Always)
Anyway, she gave me a Barnes & Noble gift card and my train of thought went something like this...
"Aw, how sweet. There's a ton I've been wanting to read. That'll be something to look forward to. But I don't know when I'll have time. Hmmm....you know, if I don't have time to buy the books, how the hell am I going to find the time to read them? They'll just collect dust on the shelf and my ever-expanding but never shrinking 'to read' list." Which led me to the obvious, "No time for books (or as I like to think of them: life)--what have I become??"
Did I mention a flair for the dramatic also runs in the gene pool?
In the end, my conclusion must be: I'm buying those books, damnit.
Gift = depressed?! Only in my own little fucked up mind.
Explanation: my favorite aunt (Beth to the friends in the know) sent me a very belated Christmas gift. (My family tends to get around to things at their own speed. I somehow missed that gene and grew up a sycophantic people pleaser. OK, not really, but punctuality is key. However, it must be said that my Aunt Beth is above the law. Always)
Anyway, she gave me a Barnes & Noble gift card and my train of thought went something like this...
"Aw, how sweet. There's a ton I've been wanting to read. That'll be something to look forward to. But I don't know when I'll have time. Hmmm....you know, if I don't have time to buy the books, how the hell am I going to find the time to read them? They'll just collect dust on the shelf and my ever-expanding but never shrinking 'to read' list." Which led me to the obvious, "No time for books (or as I like to think of them: life)--what have I become??"
Did I mention a flair for the dramatic also runs in the gene pool?
In the end, my conclusion must be: I'm buying those books, damnit.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
I am shamelessly a morning person.
The only tragedy there is that my mornings mostly belong to the job these days. I am resolving to take back my time on the fresh end.
I am also resolving to buy the camera I’ve been eyeing since November (Nikon D80). I need a creative outlet and this is more realistic than expecting to write a timeless novel on the Blocked Writer’s clock.
On another note, I am craving some new music. Any ideas?
* P.S. The soundtrack to this post is Peter Bjorn & John's Paris 2004. I still haven't figured out how to embed songs in these blogs. I admittedly haven't tried very hard. Anyone, anyone?
I am also resolving to buy the camera I’ve been eyeing since November (Nikon D80). I need a creative outlet and this is more realistic than expecting to write a timeless novel on the Blocked Writer’s clock.
On another note, I am craving some new music. Any ideas?
* P.S. The soundtrack to this post is Peter Bjorn & John's Paris 2004. I still haven't figured out how to embed songs in these blogs. I admittedly haven't tried very hard. Anyone, anyone?
Monday, March 03, 2008
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