Posts Tagged: goals

And then there are those days where you feel like winning.

Ok, I’ll admit it even though I don’t want to admit it: I feel, very strongly right now, that I need to write the book. I no longer know what the subject matter will be. I just know I need to get it done. I think there are things that are pushing me in that direction, even if I don’t know what they are. Do I sound crazy? Well, I am crazy. Crazy-craze! If you’ve noticed, I’ve talked about writing a book since I was in college. If you’ve noticed, I said I was going to have my book done… I’m not done yet.

Swearing Consecutively: An Almost Year of Blogging.

Many days ago, I vowed to write in this blog (read: journal-ly thing for 20-somethings). I did, for the most part… there were a couple of days I unintentionally skipped. It turns out that, although you want things to happen in a given year … well, sometimes they don’t. And that’s okay. I think the number one remark I got from people on this was, “You’re so funny!” (I like that, and I’ll continue to be.) I think the number two remark was, “I don’t think you swear too much.” (Shut the fuck up, bitches.) At about the middle of… I’m not done yet.

Glum.

Ah, November 30. You crept up like a sneaky son of a bitch. Well – here’s what I have to show for November: Book is not finished. Watching “Mad Men” on Netflix really makes me want to smoke and drink from daybreak to nightfall. And I can’t stop watching. And I’m not even sure if I LIKE the show! Blanket statement alert: I NEED TO BE MORE DRIVEN. Lots of interests, some talents, no drive. Lazy, lazy, lazy (read also: fear, fear, fear). Is the key not to set goals, so if you don’t do them, it doesn’t matter? Is… I’m not done yet.

If I Were A Rich Girl.

I have spent the evening tonight looking over piano keyboards that are a wee bit out of my price range. They’re beautiful. And lovely. And maybe not what I think I want, but I currently have it in my head that – if I got a good keyboard – I’d be able to practice better. (In case you didn’t know, the key to being better is just to practice.) Which somehow led me to look up improv classes (maybe a creativity stream of consciousness?) at Second City, IO, and The Old Town School of Folk Music. Again, I don’t know… I’m not done yet.

28 Years Later: Not A Movie About Disease.

Actually, it’s not a movie at all. And I’ve never seen 28 Days Later or anything. I have seen 28 Days, though, because I’m awesome. So I was thinking yesterday about how 28 isn’t all that different from, say, 27… but it MIGHT be different from 32. The truth is, you never know. (It turns out that on your birthday, you think really deeply about things…) Remember in Sex and the City when Charlotte’s drunk off her ass and they’re on the boat, and she’s like, “I’M GETTING MARRIED!” and then all of the sudden Trey shows up and they… I’m not done yet.