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So I was just reading this article about the importance of listening to one's own thoughts as a means of showing oneself love and respect, especially if one wasn't listened to, loved and respected as a child. The main hypothesis of the article was that if you love and respect yourself, you will not overeat, but screw that: I just want to be happy. The homemade chocolate-chip cookies in the kitchen are a part of my plan for Sunday-evening bliss. So there.
So how can one become better at listening to oneself? By writing, of course! Which I should do more anyway. And I need to think more too, or more efficiently, at least, because all the stress in my life is taking its toll and I need to stay focused.
So here's what I've been thinking about this week:
Job-hunting is hard and time-consuming and I'm getting a little sick of it. I think I'll take Tuesday off from typing new applications and following up old ones and, I don't know... maybe catch up on my course in Social Psychology instead.
I have been working hard at both applying for jobs and studying all week, but I got a bit sidetracked by a water leak in the garage that soaked several boxes of textiles and forced us to empty most of the (90 sq. meter) garage and get it dried out. Upside: I've been meaning to clean the garage for ages. Downside: having to do more laundry.
The best lifestyle change during my first six days of unemployment was being able to get to the gym more often and stay for as long as I wanted, which means that I not only get longer workouts now, but I can follow each one up with some time in the jacuzzi.
The biggest downside to being unemployed is that the lease on one of our cars is up and we have to return it next week. I don't dare shop for a new one until I have a job. Thus, this is my last week of freedom with a car. If I need one after this week, I will have to drive my husband to work and drop off the kids at daycare at 7 a.m. and pick them up after whatever adventure I embark upon during the day. That leaves little time for napping. I shoudn't drive both in the morning and in the afternoon without a nap in between.
Michelle thinks we should get a red car next time. She misses the Trajet. So do I. I'm not sure I agree with her that next one should be red, but I am certainly sick of silver cars. I have enough trouble remembering where I parked at the supermarket without having to pick my silver car out from among fifty others. If everyone is going to drive silver cars from now on, they should at least be able to fly so we can all marvel at how many mid-20th century predictions of our high-tech future have come true.
Okay, I'm a little tired of listening to myself think now - I think we should call it a day. And have some cookies.
So how can one become better at listening to oneself? By writing, of course! Which I should do more anyway. And I need to think more too, or more efficiently, at least, because all the stress in my life is taking its toll and I need to stay focused.
So here's what I've been thinking about this week:
Job-hunting is hard and time-consuming and I'm getting a little sick of it. I think I'll take Tuesday off from typing new applications and following up old ones and, I don't know... maybe catch up on my course in Social Psychology instead.
I have been working hard at both applying for jobs and studying all week, but I got a bit sidetracked by a water leak in the garage that soaked several boxes of textiles and forced us to empty most of the (90 sq. meter) garage and get it dried out. Upside: I've been meaning to clean the garage for ages. Downside: having to do more laundry.
The best lifestyle change during my first six days of unemployment was being able to get to the gym more often and stay for as long as I wanted, which means that I not only get longer workouts now, but I can follow each one up with some time in the jacuzzi.
The biggest downside to being unemployed is that the lease on one of our cars is up and we have to return it next week. I don't dare shop for a new one until I have a job. Thus, this is my last week of freedom with a car. If I need one after this week, I will have to drive my husband to work and drop off the kids at daycare at 7 a.m. and pick them up after whatever adventure I embark upon during the day. That leaves little time for napping. I shoudn't drive both in the morning and in the afternoon without a nap in between.
Michelle thinks we should get a red car next time. She misses the Trajet. So do I. I'm not sure I agree with her that next one should be red, but I am certainly sick of silver cars. I have enough trouble remembering where I parked at the supermarket without having to pick my silver car out from among fifty others. If everyone is going to drive silver cars from now on, they should at least be able to fly so we can all marvel at how many mid-20th century predictions of our high-tech future have come true.
Okay, I'm a little tired of listening to myself think now - I think we should call it a day. And have some cookies.