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| This continues to be a terrible year for losing earrings.
I need to get some new studs now.
And still need some pearls.
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| Went to see Elizabeth and the Catapult on Thursday, and it was about 10 times better than the last time I saw her. Then I went to see my first stand-up comedy show on Friday. Tonight I'm going dancing. Actually, all nights I've been out lately except for Wednesday, which is usually another night I'm out.
The previous week I watched a lot of movies, and tried to accommodate a wish for something fresh but embraced instead the desire for comfort food. Then I got my first desire to drink alcohol multiple nights in a row.
I haven't taken a "real" vacation since December last year. This means, a full week of time off from work. It's finally catching up to me I think. It took a long time, since three day weekends are quite relaxing in their own right. I also worked through a long spell of "Maybe I should look for a new job" a month or so ago, and then embraced my job following some reshuffling.
I also well and truly am halfway done with this North Shore period. I foresee a year and a half of glorious living here, and then a move, or two in the year after that. I intend to keep learning, and continuing to desire discipleship with Jesus.
Why this sudden reflection? I don't know... perhaps because the year is half over, and it has been "longer" than it seemed. The winter went quickly, but the spring dragged and dragged. It is summer now, as of last Sunday, and I can see that this life is a struggle, but a beautiful one.
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| I felt pretty sick this morning. But I feel okay now. I called out from work though, so I'm trapped at home. I mean, I suppose I could have said I was going to have to come in late like noon, but that makes it sound like I have a bad hangover. The truth is a lot more ridiculous than that.
When you're feeling sleep deprived, and upset stomach and it's 6am and you just went to bed at 2 you're not thinking about how to salvage the rest of the day. I'm still not sure why I felt so sick. Regardless, I've ended up with eight hours off from work that I didn't really want to take. This will have repercussions the rest of the summer on my vacation time, and that sucks.
So I suppose what I can do is finally do all the research on what mutual funds to buy and just dang do it. That and knock off some extra online trainings. Stretch and run (maybe), and iron some clothes. It's more that I wish i hadn't had to use vacation time to do it. That's what Saturday is for.
Could I still call and go in... probably not. Rats.
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| I took a break from life the past four days.This involved inhaling crackers, watching approximately 20 hours of television and movies, sleeping a whole heck of a lot and then sitting around doing nothing, (by that I mean tooling unconstructively on the internet.)
I can't say that I want to do that in such concentrated amounts again for a while.
I have also been rereading Richard Foster's Celebration of Discipline. He says we should take retreats. Retreats to look at where our life has come from, and where it is going. (could be in terms of successes and failures), retreats to seek solitude, retreats to do whatever it is that reconnects you with God.
I can't say that's what my retreat from the world was, in fact, I'd be tempted to say it was the opposite. Still and all, it was a retreat, and maybe that's what I wanted.
Also: I do/ am want to/ going to write more. And we all know your best writing doesn't always come spur of the moment. It's more likely to come if you do it a lot, and weed through the junk as you may.
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| Savers in Danvers Bootstraps in BeverlySuccessful shopping trip: 2 Shirts, 1 skirt, 1 necklace, 2 pairs of earrings, 1 bracelet, 1 pair of bermuda shorts.
Even better: unloading three ill-fitting shirts I hardly wore at the thrift shop.
Still to find (soon I hope): a white button down shirt in a good cut and style.
Tried on some jeans, gosh, I forgot how much I hate shopping for pants.
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