I can’t believe it’s already Friday again. I feel like this week was fast and slow, productive and uneventful, all at the same time.
I am thoroughly excited it’s the weekend though.
I don’t usually do much for Easter, it’s one of those holidays that seems to pass me by, but I am hoping to get home to Waco for at least a night. If all goes as planned, I’ll get to spend some time with my parents and relax out at the farm.
I’m a little lacking in the creativity department today, so this will have to suffice.
I’m struggling a bit this week with the nagging sensation that there’s something else I need to be doing. I’ve done pretty well at sticking to (most of) my goals, and everything is (mostly) checked off my to-do list, but I still feel at loose ends. If I’m being completely honest here, which is kind of the point, I think it all comes down to finances.
I’m 32 years old, and that comes with the expectation of myself that I should be able to plan and manage finances at least moderately well.
I know that I’ve come a long way from the days when I would write hot-checks for keystone lights, and never have a clue what was in my account, but it still feels like I’m doing something wrong.
I consider myself pretty frugal. I pay all my bills on time. I rarely splurge on clothes, and when I do, they almost always come from a second hand store. I work two jobs every day, and usually have at least another social media project or trivia hosting gig going on, but I don’t right now.
Part of me knows that it’s necessary for me to sacrifice the few extra hundred dollars a month in order to take care of myself in other ways, but I still feel like I’m not doing enough.
I still struggle every month to pay for the necessities, and it makes me sad that I work so hard and can’t seem to get a break.
Still, I’m alive. I have food to eat. I have clothes to wear. I shouldn’t be complaining.
I honestly don’t know how I got so lucky to get such giving, patient, and loving parents. Seriously, I mean- they have put up with ME for 32 years and still give so much. I always know I have them to turn to when things are rough, and they always have the ability to lift me up and make me feel like me.
Reading– Alice Hoffman’s Fortune’s Daughter
I think I’ve read all of her books. They can be a little dark, and this one is no exception, but they always provide a great escape.
Laughing at: How easy it is to scare my dogs time and time again.
I didn’t get any good April Fool’s pranks in this year, but I did do this about thirty times.
So gullible, these dogs.
I stuck to my meditation goals this week, and have written down my gratitude lists and positive things, but I kind of failed in the work-out department. I started out strong with a few walks and yoga classes, but as the week has gone on-I just couldn’t muster up any energy.
I did, however, find the energy to go to the store and pick up this…
And I don’t feel bad about it at all.
I’ll get back to healthy eating and working out tomorrow.
For now, fuck it.