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Oh, it feels so good to read novels again! Even when I have to listen to them =) I'm already dreading the time I've set aside this weekend to dive into the stacks of books that have been sitting in my room for almost six months. I'm really wondering if I'm actually going to finish my thesis. Or even start it. Its almost the end of June and I have made zero progress. Strangely, that doesn't really bother me.
Things I am stoked on:
Swimming with some dolphins in Orlando on August 3rd.
Making sure that I do something that brings me joy on August 3rd.
Cleaning and organizing and decorating - basically just nurturing my little OCD quirks.
Creating a peaceful space in a place that used to bring nothing but pain.
Reclaiming what I thought was ours but is truly mine.
Fabulously cheap yoga class starting in a few weeks - hopefully it will get me back in the routine of early morning sun salutations.
My kitties have been cuddling with me for the past hour, making biscuits and purring and essentially just making me feel loved.
Things I am not stoked on:
I seem to have lost my work ethic. In the struggle to balance work and play, I keep tipping the scales in a very opposite manner than I once did.
Blinding migraines and an inability to keep food happily in my stomach.
A completely fucked sleeping schedule.
Feeling oh so achy and out of shape - I just wanna go backpacking, climb a mountain, do some yoga, and then maybe kayak a bit. Sadly, no where near being able to do any of that.
Despite everything, it is still so easy for me to fall to pieces over him.
Currently reading:
Nine Hills to Nambonkaha - Sarah Erdman
The Help - Kathyrn Stockett
A Thousand Splendid Suns - Khaled Hosseini
Things I am stoked on:
Swimming with some dolphins in Orlando on August 3rd.
Making sure that I do something that brings me joy on August 3rd.
Cleaning and organizing and decorating - basically just nurturing my little OCD quirks.
Creating a peaceful space in a place that used to bring nothing but pain.
Reclaiming what I thought was ours but is truly mine.
Fabulously cheap yoga class starting in a few weeks - hopefully it will get me back in the routine of early morning sun salutations.
My kitties have been cuddling with me for the past hour, making biscuits and purring and essentially just making me feel loved.
Things I am not stoked on:
I seem to have lost my work ethic. In the struggle to balance work and play, I keep tipping the scales in a very opposite manner than I once did.
Blinding migraines and an inability to keep food happily in my stomach.
A completely fucked sleeping schedule.
Feeling oh so achy and out of shape - I just wanna go backpacking, climb a mountain, do some yoga, and then maybe kayak a bit. Sadly, no where near being able to do any of that.
Despite everything, it is still so easy for me to fall to pieces over him.
Currently reading:
Nine Hills to Nambonkaha - Sarah Erdman
The Help - Kathyrn Stockett
A Thousand Splendid Suns - Khaled Hosseini