Monday, February 4, 2013

New Beginnings - take two.

Here I am again - a new year and not many posts from last year to show for it. This is unfortunately demonstrative of my ability to make time for myself. This is the year. The year I make time for me. I am destined to establish a creative space for me. A place where I can be me and express the thoughts dusty and buried for the last 4 years or so.

UPDATE:
+ House
+ "Real" job
+ Moved closer to family
- Gained 30 ish lbs
- Lost yoga stamina
- Not coaching or life guarding or swimming anymore

 Before the new year, I set some goals for myself. Since then, I've lost sight of a few of them. The new year came and went. My goals are now refreshed and refined. I'm determined to make the most of  and prolong my physical youth, as it seems to be slipping away daily.

I can accomplish this by making small steps. Every day is a choice and I vow to make the most of each and every one!

Current goal: wedding fitness level by our next Anniversary: 8/28/2013. This shouldn't be too hard, we're settled in, finally have the kitchen unpacked, I have a secure position and no huge obligations or deadlines so far. Here's to 2013! Following my dreams  :)

Monday, January 2, 2012

New Beginnings

Here I sit again with a blank slate before me - what will the new year bring? New thoughts, ambitions and happenings; a new layer of me.

Today I begin. I created my own work space. The sanctuary of me. I will strive to better myself again, finally. I have meet that time when I accomplished most of my mandatory goals, I have nothing pending overhead, no real obligations other than to be me.

I am ecstatic, and silently shout within my soul "HERE I COME!!!"

Friday, March 4, 2011

... Vacant ....

The department store had been closed for three hours, 44 minutes and six seconds.

Jane hated the way the fluorescent light made everything look so sterile. As she sat on the floor, color coding the shipment of men’s ties that came in previously that day, she thought to herself about where they would end up over the next year or so... A father’s day gift may turn into a noose, or a wonderful promotion present from some executive’s wife would possibly end up on the floor of a cheap hotel during one of those “late nights at the office”.

The strange thing was, there was no root to these bitter thoughts. Jane had never even had a boyfriend. Her mother had always told her that men were the devil and if she ever did give in to their compliments, she would end up with a broken heart and a few illegitimate children.

Jane just so happened to be very observant...

Battle of the Male figureheads

I already took the Christmas decorations down, so of course he had to put them back up - bigger and more obnoxious than before. At least there was a vaulted ceiling, so the 20 foot forest of trees didn't look too gigantic.

I woke up and everyone was there in their Christmas sweaters drinking egg nogg... who would want to drink egg nogg & wear a sweater in 80 degree weather???

"It's 5 in the morning.. what's going on?"

Everyone just stared at me.

::staticChannel Changestatic::

Dad's washing dishes in the house from 20 years ago.. won't leave me alone - at least I know he loves me.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Groggy Morning Dream rememberings "The Wedding"

There were people all around and an odd air of supposed happiness, but ill-tempered emotions and jealousy ran through the female figureheads like an incurable disease.

"I can't believe she wore HER wedding dress to THIS wedding! She had hers yesterday!"

"... I can't believe my house caught on fire so I'm caught here in my own stupid wedding dress.. it's all I have left.. and now I look like a moron.. I spilled plum juice on it! Do you have a stain stick?"

:: Snub Nose Comment ::


"Just go to the garage sale down the street!"
"No, I have some pajamas I will change into"
"Just go down there and so some shopping"
"No .."
"why???"
"I just don't like shopping that much!"
"oh...." ::disapproving stare::

The hall was not completely decorated. Throughout dinner, it blossomed piece by piece into an unfinished expression of wealth and grandeur. The bride was clearly elsewhere, groom oblivious.

A high school play began in the back of the hall, so everyone was distracted while the Mother of the Bride and Mother of the Groom engaged in a brawl, scratching and tearing each of their expectations apart, leaving them on the dance floor.

The glitter and rose petals made for a glamorous disaster.