Today zipped by me, mind abuzz. Started to research all the other goals on my list and got excited. Since I'm day five of not smoking, and full-speed ahead on my exercise goals, I'm ready for a new challenge. What to do, what to do?
Tomorrow I'm going to start writing my "page a day." I've always wanted to write a book, but never followed through on it. Many started, many abandoned. I love to leave my hopes and dreams at about the 20-page mark. Right about the time I realize that---*gasp*---there's no f ' ing plot. Minor detail. BUT this time will be different! Plot or not plot, I'm powering through ;-) Full speed ahead, she says with feigned gusto. And cries herself to sleep. Why am I so afraid of this one?
Tomorrow I'm going to start writing my "page a day." I've always wanted to write a book, but never followed through on it. Many started, many abandoned. I love to leave my hopes and dreams at about the 20-page mark. Right about the time I realize that---*gasp*---there's no f ' ing plot. Minor detail. BUT this time will be different! Plot or not plot, I'm powering through ;-) Full speed ahead, she says with feigned gusto. And cries herself to sleep. Why am I so afraid of this one?
Pause...
Went to a hilly nearby town called Poway for a belly-dancing class as my exercise today. Felt sexy and slightly harem-esque. Imagined myself full-garb, dancing in unison, jingle-jangle jewerly looped around exposed midsection, in some seedy Mideastern backalley bar full of gold and fuschia pillows. Then I looked in the mirror, and sadly realized I didn't have the grace (yet) to make it. Dreams dashed.
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