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novapsycheI'm tired lately. I don't know why. It's not like I do much. I just feel lackadaisical.
And stressed because I want my writing to improve dramatically. I recognize every day that my current level of writing is so much better than it was four months ago, and for that I give thanks to God every night. Still, I want to get better faster. I don't know what's holding me back (perhaps the stress itself!).
I'm at the library right now (which I need to leave soon, because I need to get home and plant myself in front of Joe Millionaire), and the stack of books I have next to me that I'm going to check out are Writing Personal Poetry, The Poet's Companion, A Grain of Poetry, and The Portable Creative Writing Workshop. Notice a theme?
Plus I still have the five books of poetry I mentioned a few days ago. (I returned the Giovanni--thank God. Her verse was so mediocre.)
I've decided to start doing sit-ups daily, as well as drink one glass of water. I hate water; it's a chore to drink. But I feel that if I can do sit-ups and drink just one glass of water, maybe I'll gradually get into a healthier routine.
Ummm... I haven't yet started stressing out about my upcoming birthday, but I'm sure I will, since that's happened for the last two years. Ever since I got away from 25. And 28 seems so much more of something to stress over than 27.
Erm... that's about it. Oh! I resisted the urge to dex today. That's probably a good thing. (That whole "practicing sobriety" bit in my New Year's resolutions and everything.)
And stressed because I want my writing to improve dramatically. I recognize every day that my current level of writing is so much better than it was four months ago, and for that I give thanks to God every night. Still, I want to get better faster. I don't know what's holding me back (perhaps the stress itself!).
I'm at the library right now (which I need to leave soon, because I need to get home and plant myself in front of Joe Millionaire), and the stack of books I have next to me that I'm going to check out are Writing Personal Poetry, The Poet's Companion, A Grain of Poetry, and The Portable Creative Writing Workshop. Notice a theme?
Plus I still have the five books of poetry I mentioned a few days ago. (I returned the Giovanni--thank God. Her verse was so mediocre.)
I've decided to start doing sit-ups daily, as well as drink one glass of water. I hate water; it's a chore to drink. But I feel that if I can do sit-ups and drink just one glass of water, maybe I'll gradually get into a healthier routine.
Ummm... I haven't yet started stressing out about my upcoming birthday, but I'm sure I will, since that's happened for the last two years. Ever since I got away from 25. And 28 seems so much more of something to stress over than 27.
Erm... that's about it. Oh! I resisted the urge to dex today. That's probably a good thing. (That whole "practicing sobriety" bit in my New Year's resolutions and everything.)
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Date: 2003-02-10 06:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-11 02:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-10 07:29 pm (UTC)i am very...oh, forget it.....you need to drink 8 -- 10 BIG glasses of water a day.
trust me.
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Date: 2003-02-11 02:23 pm (UTC)As my comfort level broadens, I hope to step up the number of glasses. Progress comes in steps! :)
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Date: 2003-02-11 02:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-11 02:26 pm (UTC)For the last few months, I've thought of myself as 28. This has been happening for the last few years; I guess I could call it "age-creep". Sometimes I honestly forget that I'm still 27.
Not that numerical age means much. I've been a middle-aged lady for some time now.
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Date: 2003-02-11 05:04 am (UTC)I find another very doable target in living healthier is to eat at least one piece of fresh fruit every day. I ate two yesterday. The orange I ate in the evening seemed to help offset the depressing effect of the brownies I ate after lunch. (note to self: at the end of the next party, give all the sweets away).
hugs!
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Date: 2003-02-11 02:28 pm (UTC)You know, I was going to ask you for some of those brownies, but I didn't want to be rude. *giggle* Maybe I should've chanced it!