what am I afraid of?
Umm, I am afraid that livejournal is actually taunting me for not updating my journal in a long time. It asked me why I have writer's block. This bothers me. I don't like putting things in permanence. Not that this is even as permanent as paper. I think I stopped writing creatively in general because I get too self-conscious about it after the fact. Unfortunately, when I hold my former self up to my ever changing standards, instead of being able to distance the temporary record from the current me, I inevitably run into problems. And I notice a distinct tendency for me to usually only post at unhappy times, which really skews my examples of self expression into the meepy vein.
Ok computer, I will write to you. Work is generally busy, school is almost over and then my client's school will quickly resume. I still am thinking about grad school, but without the push of forced decision making, I find myself floating again, although hopefully that is just due to the current workload.
My body is not feeling its best. I had gotten in such good shape, and I have lost all progress by becoming completely sedentary again for the summer. I notice in many ways how different I feel, but I still can't prioritize exercise over social opportunities.
Men are confusing. Things with Tom are over and I am starting to see other people, but I feel like my attempts at dating are jerky and awkward, with pacing going too fast or too slow, never graceful and with just the right momentum. But I guess that's probably rare.
I am about to sign up for a 401k and hire a financial planner. I feel like that makes me a little old.
My car stuff is finally (cross my fingers) taken care of. I have a new dash and stereo, and then last night had to get my tire fixed because it went flat. I am proud of myself though for handling 99% of it on my own. My dad only provided moral support, instead of taking the lead as he might have done in the past.
Now I am tired.
Ok computer, I will write to you. Work is generally busy, school is almost over and then my client's school will quickly resume. I still am thinking about grad school, but without the push of forced decision making, I find myself floating again, although hopefully that is just due to the current workload.
My body is not feeling its best. I had gotten in such good shape, and I have lost all progress by becoming completely sedentary again for the summer. I notice in many ways how different I feel, but I still can't prioritize exercise over social opportunities.
Men are confusing. Things with Tom are over and I am starting to see other people, but I feel like my attempts at dating are jerky and awkward, with pacing going too fast or too slow, never graceful and with just the right momentum. But I guess that's probably rare.
I am about to sign up for a 401k and hire a financial planner. I feel like that makes me a little old.
My car stuff is finally (cross my fingers) taken care of. I have a new dash and stereo, and then last night had to get my tire fixed because it went flat. I am proud of myself though for handling 99% of it on my own. My dad only provided moral support, instead of taking the lead as he might have done in the past.
Now I am tired.