Monthly Archives: December 2011
Quoting Frank Ra (author of the new year’s resolution book “A course in happiness“): “Resolutions are more sustainable when shared, both in terms of with whom you share the benefits of your resolution, and with whom you share the path of maintaining your resolution. Peer-support makes a difference in success rate with new year’s resolutions”.
These are the days when everybody piles up the numbers of unattainable goals on their long New Year’s Resolution list. I decided to look back at my last year’s resolution to see if I had accomplished my goal, and see if I wanted to set myself up for failure once again. Problem is, however, this blog did not exist a year ago and other than blogging, I have no other diary of my life and all of its deficiencies, aspirations, and achievements. Read the rest of this entry
I have a few passions that I do nothing with, and I had grand plans of how I could combine two of them. I really enjoy art and photography, but I am not professionally skilled in either. I drool every time I check out photography blogs, but I will make my self feel better by convincing myself that they have fancy cameras and previous schooling. I have a pretty lousy camera and I don’t have enough time to draw or paint. So I entered an art store in the hopes of taking some pictures of all the things that I wish I knew how to use. Once I realized how I had no idea how to take pictures, I left and walked into some other types of shops. I continued on and just clicked away like a snap-happy tourist.
As I write, I have a child yanking my arm and repeating the word “Mommy” more times that I ever thought possible. It’s the holiday weekend and honestly, I have not had enough time or energy to come up with any extra brain power to produce a post, so instead I will show off some of my shots. Read the rest of this entry
I love the snow that is drifting across my blog because we don’t get snow where I live, and this is the most I will get to see. It has this calming and therapeutic effect on me, I should bring it to my next massage. I have been seeing a physical therapist over the past few weeks for my stiff, board-like neck and back hoping for some relief. I have gotten some, but it seems like a temporary fix and it’s highly addictive.
The first time I entered the office, I was faced with many chuckling eyes that appeared to have been mocking me for being the only patient under 65 years of age. I spoke with my soon-to-be therapist about why I was present at their practice, and still she seemed to be pondering whether my appearance was a mistake. I complained to her of tension and cramps in my back and neck along with terrible migraines which were causing lightening explosions behind my eyes. Read the rest of this entry
In the holiday spirit I will attempt at a blogging transformation, even if slight or temporary. Because let’s face it, I am censorious and a world-class whiner. I tend to have more to write about when it’s something negative or when I am crying from inside a blazing pit of stress and tribulations. When things are good, I can’t seem to come up with words. I choke from the optimism.
Today, I sat down by the computer, which strangely I have not spent much time on over the past week, and decided a new post was due. This time there would be no complaining about anything, not even about the stupid dog who’s obsessed with peeing on my door every morning leaving an everlasting, lingering stench. It is the holiday season and it is a time to set all the chaotic gift buying down to the side and remember what we have to be grateful for. Read the rest of this entry