I’ve been trying to think of what today’s deep insightful thought could be, and I’m drawing a blank. What can I say? I’m not that fascinating today.
I made it to the gym this afternoon for my yoga/tai chi/pilates class, and I’ve shown some progress; once upon a time I had to help my legs forward when going from downward dog to lunge position — today that was not the case. It was a definite, “yay me!” moment when I realized what I’d done.
I’m trying to get to the gym more often, which is my usual refrain. I don’t like what I see in the mirror, and I want to change that. Of course, that involves more work than I want to have to do, so I’m trying to figure out how to push myself and stay motivated. I have a coworker who’s helping, which is nice — but the food habits are up to me to figure out and improve upon.
I can’t believe I’ll be 30 next year. Anyone know when I’ll start feeling like a grownup? I just feel like I’m still playing at life, or like I’m a perpetual student.
Speaking of which, I want to go back to school. I’m thinking of applying for classes for next September, which means I have to set aside more money. Or keep adding to the debt, which is slowly going down. Anyone rich want to swoop in and solve all of my problems?
At least the mortgage rates are ridiculously low.
There’s been talking about the future going on lately. No conclusions, no plans, just general talking. Feels weird to discuss, given my status as the perpetual student and so on.
I wonder sometimes if people who’ve known me from back in the day or who haven’t seen me in awhile look at me and think, “gee, she’s really chunked up.” I’ll confess I’ve had that thought about more than a few men and women I know.
I can only hope they think I’ve gotten prettier through the years.