We meet again, blog that I said I would write on every Wednesday.
It is crunch time at the university. And by crunch time, I mean I am currently wearing sweatpants that probably should have been laundered days ago and just had dessert and tears for breakfast. It is 1:50 in the afternoon.
I adore the people out there who appear to handle everything with ease. The ones who wake before the rest of the city, do fifty things with their day, and look like they’re ready for a photoshoot while they stand in the supermarket, deciding which avocado has the right amount of firmness. They make dinner from scratch and have everything cleaned and ready for the morning, just in time to sit down and watch Jimmy Fallon laugh outrageously at his own jokes, before they settle into bed for their allotted eight hours of sleep. They wake in the morning relaxed and refreshed, ready to take on the next day.
I fell asleep last night covered in a cocoon of books, paper, and clean laundry I had been too tired to put away, waking from a nightmare at 3 a.m. with thoughts of everything on my To-Do list for the next few weeks. My mind was a mess, constantly sorting tasks into categories, from which they seemed to crawl out and pile themselves on top of one another in a heap on the floor, causing me to mentally try to separate them again.
Furthering the stress were the
gentle relentless reminders of a year quickly coming to an end. Lately every regular website I visited online featured the same prodding question, “What have you accomplished from your New Years resolutions for 2017?”
I looked at my resolution list, which, because I have this blog, can be found here, and had myself a good, long laugh.
The first one, and perhaps the most ambitious, was failed within record time. Giving up alcohol? Seriously, Diane. In fact I’m staring at an empty wine glass as I type this. Well I rarely overdo it, the glass of wine after a long day policy is still strictly in place.
The workout goal wasn’t completely lost. I certainly don’t exercise as much as I used to, but I don’t let more than a few days go by without getting my heart rate up. Even if it’s only attributed to checking my bank account.
Cheese. Cheese? I wanted to give up cheese? Oh right. Yes, I did. I believe it was dairy in general. This is going to be very hard to explain to my new pet cow, Tonya. “It’s not you, Tonya, it’s me! I didn’t know what I was talking about! Don’t walk away, Tonya! Moooooo!” Alright, it’s still bad for my skin, and I still need to say goodbye to it.
Yes, I did pretty good with the meditation part and being present. I still catch my mind running laps (like this morning) but at least I’ve found some tools to help myself get grounded a little quicker than before.
As for the rest of them, it’s a work in progress, or rather, I’m a work in progress. And, as I look at the calendar, I notice there’s still a solid six weeks of 2017 left.
Just enough time to stop drinking alcohol, give up dairy, donate everything I don’t really need, and reintroduce my body to vegetables.
Ya, I’ll get back to you on that.
Have a great weekend,