As I posted my blog just a minute ago, I found the draft you see below...unfinished, of course.
'Tis the season to reflect and renew, right? I admit, I get sucked in to the hype of a hopeful new year. A fresh start. 2013 has been a roller coaster for me, but I have to say that I am not all that disappointed with how it turned out.
For starters, I married my perfect match. While we're still waiting for our perfect happy ending, we've made huge strides in getting there. I know I moan and groan and cry about our time apart, and I know some of you get sick of it, but it's not easy living apart. The separation has taught me to never, ever take our time together for granted, and it breaks my heart when I see people who do. I have learned to cherish every moment, because you never know when you will have to say goodbye.
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Spring Cleaning of the Mind
My life is so flippin' random. No matter how much effort I put into giving it some structure, I am always left spinning in circles. Sixty days ago, I made a career change into corporate America and became a Payroll Specialist for Paychex. I actually just came back from a week in Rochester, NY, which went by so quickly, yet so slowly, all at the same time. I am still confident that this change is one of the better decisions I have made as of late, and the payoff is awesome. While I still work at Carmax part time, I finally have a schedule that my body can follow. Sure, I'm tired some mornings, but isn't everyone?
I've slowly opened up about some health issues I've been facing recently, as well. Over the past 6-8 months, every blood pressure reading I have had has been really high. What's normal? Something like 120/80? When I went to the Little Clinic one day for an upper respiratory infection, it was 183/110. Just last week, it was 152/100. I'm 32 years old and I'm experiencing hypertension. It's really starting to make me nervous, so I've been on the hunt for a doctor, and have requested an appointment. I don't want to be in danger of stroking out before Phil gets here. OH! I forgot! Immigration: Phase 1 is COMPLETE and APPROVED! In layman's terms, this just means that the USCIS (Dept of Immigration) has approved my application to bring Phil over as my husband. This is a HUGE step. Anywho, back to the blood pressure thing. I have been trying to make a conscious effort to decrease the amount of caffeinated drinks I ingest, and while I don't eat much salt to begin with, I have also been trying to cut that out...as much as I can and still have some flavor to my food. I have reeeeeaaaaaaallllllllly tried to drink water, at least 85-90% of the time. It is damn near impossible for me to give up the occasional Coke or Sweet Tea.
I get to the gym in spurts -- as much as I can. Planet Fitness is a good place. If I can just get this stupid foot to cooperate, things would be copacetic.
The best part about my whole job change is getting to see more of my family -- something I missed out on for too many years. My nieces bring so much joy to my life, and I just can't get enough of them. Tonight was the middle one's 3rd birthday party...to the theme of Frozen, of course. My brother and his wife, and my sister and I all grew up around the same people, so naturally, several of those people with whom I grew up were there, with all their kids running around. I was sitting far away from all the noise and chaos when it hit me: I'm only friends with ONE of these people on Facebook (not counting my family in that equation, of course.) I found it to be an interesting paradox that these people who knew much more about me than I knew of myself for all these years have no part in my daily life, yet we all see each other on a pretty consistent basis because my brother and his wife are pretty sociable. We're talkin' cookouts, Derby parties, birthday parties...really any reason to have people together and eat and be crazy. Then I started wondering why it even mattered whether or not we were Facebook friends. Facebook doesn't define my life...or is it starting to? I use Facebook a lot. I mean, A LOT. Mostly because I enjoy writing clever statuses that make people laugh, whether it's about a TV show or some political current event or some pop-culture phenomenon. In general, people get a kick out of what I write. There have been many times when I have contemplated pursuing a genre and just writing something, anything, every day. I feel good when I write. I feel good when I read. I feel good when I play music. I'm really good at all 3 of those things, so why can't I figure out a way to make time for them? Maybe quitting job #2 would be a start, but I'm so close to earning the Vegas trip I can SMELL IT (that's another blog post for another time.)
I'd like to have a blog that people want to read, and enjoy reading. I like to be engaged in discussion and conversation, and I like voicing my perspective on things. Your #1 suggestion is going to be to set aside 30 minutes each night to write whatever I want to write. I'm okay with a goal like that -- it's easy, and attainable, for sure. MY problem with goals is that I have zero accountability. None. Zip. Zilch. NADA. I have no one to answer to if I don't get down 300 words a night, or if I don't get someone's question answered. I have the will to do more, but what's my incentive? Self therapy every night? Maybe. But is that enough? No.
I suppose all this rambling is the "Spring Cleaning" of my mind. Maybe 30 minutes a night is all I need.
I've slowly opened up about some health issues I've been facing recently, as well. Over the past 6-8 months, every blood pressure reading I have had has been really high. What's normal? Something like 120/80? When I went to the Little Clinic one day for an upper respiratory infection, it was 183/110. Just last week, it was 152/100. I'm 32 years old and I'm experiencing hypertension. It's really starting to make me nervous, so I've been on the hunt for a doctor, and have requested an appointment. I don't want to be in danger of stroking out before Phil gets here. OH! I forgot! Immigration: Phase 1 is COMPLETE and APPROVED! In layman's terms, this just means that the USCIS (Dept of Immigration) has approved my application to bring Phil over as my husband. This is a HUGE step. Anywho, back to the blood pressure thing. I have been trying to make a conscious effort to decrease the amount of caffeinated drinks I ingest, and while I don't eat much salt to begin with, I have also been trying to cut that out...as much as I can and still have some flavor to my food. I have reeeeeaaaaaaallllllllly tried to drink water, at least 85-90% of the time. It is damn near impossible for me to give up the occasional Coke or Sweet Tea.
I get to the gym in spurts -- as much as I can. Planet Fitness is a good place. If I can just get this stupid foot to cooperate, things would be copacetic.
The best part about my whole job change is getting to see more of my family -- something I missed out on for too many years. My nieces bring so much joy to my life, and I just can't get enough of them. Tonight was the middle one's 3rd birthday party...to the theme of Frozen, of course. My brother and his wife, and my sister and I all grew up around the same people, so naturally, several of those people with whom I grew up were there, with all their kids running around. I was sitting far away from all the noise and chaos when it hit me: I'm only friends with ONE of these people on Facebook (not counting my family in that equation, of course.) I found it to be an interesting paradox that these people who knew much more about me than I knew of myself for all these years have no part in my daily life, yet we all see each other on a pretty consistent basis because my brother and his wife are pretty sociable. We're talkin' cookouts, Derby parties, birthday parties...really any reason to have people together and eat and be crazy. Then I started wondering why it even mattered whether or not we were Facebook friends. Facebook doesn't define my life...or is it starting to? I use Facebook a lot. I mean, A LOT. Mostly because I enjoy writing clever statuses that make people laugh, whether it's about a TV show or some political current event or some pop-culture phenomenon. In general, people get a kick out of what I write. There have been many times when I have contemplated pursuing a genre and just writing something, anything, every day. I feel good when I write. I feel good when I read. I feel good when I play music. I'm really good at all 3 of those things, so why can't I figure out a way to make time for them? Maybe quitting job #2 would be a start, but I'm so close to earning the Vegas trip I can SMELL IT (that's another blog post for another time.)
I'd like to have a blog that people want to read, and enjoy reading. I like to be engaged in discussion and conversation, and I like voicing my perspective on things. Your #1 suggestion is going to be to set aside 30 minutes each night to write whatever I want to write. I'm okay with a goal like that -- it's easy, and attainable, for sure. MY problem with goals is that I have zero accountability. None. Zip. Zilch. NADA. I have no one to answer to if I don't get down 300 words a night, or if I don't get someone's question answered. I have the will to do more, but what's my incentive? Self therapy every night? Maybe. But is that enough? No.
I suppose all this rambling is the "Spring Cleaning" of my mind. Maybe 30 minutes a night is all I need.
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