I fear that I am boring.
Seriously, I'm having trouble getting and staying in consistent blogging mode lately, and I'm afraid I don't have much that's very interesting to say.
For instance, tonight the main things on my mind are, in this order: how I wish I could breathe without being snotty, how I wish I didn't have a bench trial tomorrow, and how I wish I didn't love Bagel Bites so much.
Okay, so there's MORE on my mind than those three things, but those are in there. I mean, who doesn't love a good Bagel Bite?
Since finishing my tutoring gig, I've been trying to launch round two of my self-improvement goals. Actually, I should probably say the continuation of round one, since it ended with very little in the way of actual improvement.
Here are the things I want to do: lose weight, exercise, knit, learn to sew, sew a new wardrobe, learn to play the violin, play in the orchestra, play the piano more, write a novel, publish a novel, get a movie deal, start a non-profit organization, move to Seattle . . .
I guess you realize that if I were to do all those things, I would have to quit my job. Or don't you think I could fit them all in on evenings and weekends? It's not like there's much that's good on TV right now, anyway. (Although The Riches starts again next week. Woo!)
I have twice in the past week been informed that I have a tendency to focus TOO much on the big picture, that I set grandiose ideas for myself -- like, I'll do an hour of cardio five days a week and 45 minutes of weight training three days a week, and walk a dog every day for 30 minutes, and do ab exercises every morning -- and when I can't live up to them, I'm like, "screw it, let's eat cake."
So, I'm trying to keep that in mind. Today, although I didn't have time (or the energy) to do an hour of cardio, I did do some weight training. And that's enough.
AND, I blogged. It might be boring, but it's a blog.