Wake up fails.
anxious. missing. restless.
yet again.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
like a handball
fail. didn't get up at 6.... got up at 7 today, though! going to try for that again tomorrow, too. felt good not to be in a rush in the am.
sleepy tired now.
i feel like making something. don't know what yet . . . . some decoration for my clean pristine walls!
sleepy tired now.
i feel like making something. don't know what yet . . . . some decoration for my clean pristine walls!
Monday, July 18, 2011
what is in a month?
summer months keep flying by. just like the spring ones did, the winter ones kind of overstayed their welcome, but the fall months flew by, too. Half the times I look at a calendar i think, "It's the beginning/middle/end of WHAT month?" out of astonishment that days, weeks, nights and months go by without me really realizing it. Without me taking advantage of this beautiful thing called time. It's hard to think that I'm going to be 23 years old this year.
23 years old and I still can't wake up in the morning.
I just watched this great TED video about trying something new for 30 days and it inspired me to wake up at 6 am for 30 days. So tomorrow is day 1: tuesday July 19. 6am. I'm not going to sleep in, I'm not going to miss my alarm, I'm going to bed in 30 minutes!
6.5 hours of sleep here I come!
23 years old and I still can't wake up in the morning.
I just watched this great TED video about trying something new for 30 days and it inspired me to wake up at 6 am for 30 days. So tomorrow is day 1: tuesday July 19. 6am. I'm not going to sleep in, I'm not going to miss my alarm, I'm going to bed in 30 minutes!
6.5 hours of sleep here I come!
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Thoughts after Zooming along the Inside Passage
Alaska. Back to NY. Robert visiting. Back to work. Friends over. UCB x2. Harry Potter midnight premiere. Harry Potter musical. Dinner out. Feel like I haven't stopped moving since stepping on the cruise ship. And now that I've got a day to do nothing I find Belle syndrome kicking in.
Met so many people in Alaska, saw so many different kinds of life. In between our various activities I'd look out the windows of the ship as we flew past mountain after mountain and wonder about picking up everything for a few years and either traveling or going into something like the peace corp. What if I was in a place that smelled like fresh air all the time and not just every time you passed a park (and even then you get wiffs of garbage and dog shit).
Something my roommate said a long time ago is finally getting to me: "You have to ask yourself, what did I do for my career today?"
So today I watched the pilot of The league. And I'm writing here. It's been a long time since I wrote something in this - almost a year. I don't want another year to pass by without eRecording what it's meant.
Been thinking a lot, too, about my generation, my time, my era and my place in it. About what it means and how I can bring meaning to it. This is a start, I think, to finding the balance we're looking for. And something that can't be written off.
*sidenote: my air conditioner just kicked up and it sounds like a garbage disposal. I wish it worked like my grandparent's TV - where when it started to get too staticy and loud we just gave it a nice slap in the "sweet spot" on the right side and it would be normal again for ten minutes.*
Met so many people in Alaska, saw so many different kinds of life. In between our various activities I'd look out the windows of the ship as we flew past mountain after mountain and wonder about picking up everything for a few years and either traveling or going into something like the peace corp. What if I was in a place that smelled like fresh air all the time and not just every time you passed a park (and even then you get wiffs of garbage and dog shit).
Something my roommate said a long time ago is finally getting to me: "You have to ask yourself, what did I do for my career today?"
So today I watched the pilot of The league. And I'm writing here. It's been a long time since I wrote something in this - almost a year. I don't want another year to pass by without eRecording what it's meant.
Been thinking a lot, too, about my generation, my time, my era and my place in it. About what it means and how I can bring meaning to it. This is a start, I think, to finding the balance we're looking for. And something that can't be written off.
*sidenote: my air conditioner just kicked up and it sounds like a garbage disposal. I wish it worked like my grandparent's TV - where when it started to get too staticy and loud we just gave it a nice slap in the "sweet spot" on the right side and it would be normal again for ten minutes.*
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