The past few weeks have been hectic (really fun, but hectic.)
It’s 12:50 am, and I still have to finish some work, pack, sleep? and prep to drive 10 hours to North Carolina tomorrow. Oh, and throw in a client meeting or two in Baltimore in the middle of all that.
Yes, I am writing this post to procrastinate. But I am also writing this post to add more pressure to the fire. For some reason I love the pressure, I love living out of the ordinary, I love the manic-ness of it all. I have 24 more hours to go before I can get a good night’s sleep – will I make it? Of course, I always do.
I figure, I only have a certain number of days left to my life – why should any two days be the same? If I live for another 50 years that’s only 18,250 days. And that number just doesn’t seem that high. At 26, I’ve already lived about 9,500 days and trust me a lot of those days weren’t good or worthwhile. Just the same boring routine over and over again.
Not anymore. Onward ho!
Sometimes it’s hard to write a good DD. Lately, I haven’t been doing much besides working and hitting the gym. But then again, these DDs are supposed to be about the little things…
Had a really great workout. Lots of weights, much needed, and some biking. I read a Runner’s Mag while on the bike and it was talking about this marathon out in California where at mile 20 (?), there’s a guy in a tuxedo playing the piano on the sidelines. How smashing!
After the workout, I took a bath with some weird powder bubble stuff. But it smelled liked cinnamon which was seasonally festive.
I guess, here’s to a good day. Here’s to my mood leveling out after a very emotional week. It feels good to feel good again, who would have thought it? Looking forward to the New Year!
UPDATE: My Free Will horoscope this week:
Your potential for rapid, extensive progress is sizable, but it would be a mistake to barrel along with your eyes fixed on the prize in the distance as you neglect what’s happening along the way. Be both global and local; romance the details as you revel in the big picture. “
Cheers for the little things, huh?
My grandpa. He’s great. He thinks my stupid haircut looks good. He lets me take photographs of his hands. He agrees my dad was a good looking young man, but plays dumb when I tell him how he and his brothers were all very handsome in their day. He mutters a laugh and says well, we’re not anymore! I think my grandpa is all sorts of ruggedly handsome for 70+ years. That Weathered, hardworking American look. He’s great.
If I ever have a son, I’m naming him Hugh.