Granola isn't for breakfast
There is a street version of the "serenity prayer" that goes something like this:
FUCK IT.
My current montra. In life, the only two things that are forever certain are death and taxes, everything else is "For Now".
Today markes day 3 of riding my bike into work. The 2 mile ride takes anywhere from 10-20 minutes depending on traffic and head-wind. The trek 180 mountain bike was purchased with monies from high school graduation. I've started to use it as a primary source of transportation-not because of high gas prices, to prove a point: alt. modes of transportation need to be looked at, and used. And, frankly the error serves on being lazy, and change is never easy.
I seldom drink "THE" "kool-aid", specially when it comes to popular culture and what-not. Non-conformity works for me. I rather go against the grain. However, the little "Bento" lunches are quite fun. My lunch at work has ranged from gormet cheese, to salads, tonight its alaskan organic salmon with a salad, and bread, and other "goodies", I threw in a bag before leaving the house.
I'm definately in the mode of simple. Maying my life less cluttered, more organised, less structured. Trying to not spend money, and cleaning out the access "crap" I have. Jim, Dennis and myself are throwing a second annual rummage sale, which will help in this process. Basically, I have to start saying "No" to social obligations and focus on my self and home.
I havn't seen my sister and her family since September of '07. Guilt has factored in sparingly. My scheduel isn't meshing with them. I also havn't appreciated phone calls where a screaming kid in the background takes over aiding in conversation. Bridget (My brothers other half-mother of Porkchop and No-Name-steak), seldom has this problem-at all, and I talk to her for hours. Lastly, it is a three hour drive to see them, and interstate 90 is a four lane hi-way, with two lanes going each direction.
Yoga is helping. Went to a new teacher at the gym on Friday, Stephanie, who I like, and will add her to the small list of instructors I'll go to. She approached me after class, since I stuck out amid the 10 female students who were obviously local followers. I wouldn't call my yoga practice a new obscession. Spirituality is part of Maslov's higher archy of needs. Yoga is my religion. I seek solace.
That and I need to start taking my Zoloft.
I see Karla on Tuesday.
Two co-workers went out to San Francisco for a convention. Stayed in the financial district. Having never been there, I gave them pointers as to "where" to go: China Town, Haight-Ashbury, the peer (south of the financial district), and the lighthouse beach (West side of the bay). They called me quite intoxicated from TRACKS-a bar on Haight. I love drunk phone calls. There is nothing that says "I love you" than a drunk dial. Think about it.
I have two photographs, that are exactly the same-except they were taken months apart. The location, subjects, time of day, are exactly the same. i've been looking at the first one, for awhile. Because the more I look at it, the more I study it, I don't even recognise the person in the photo.
The person in the photo is me.
FUCK IT.
My current montra. In life, the only two things that are forever certain are death and taxes, everything else is "For Now".
Today markes day 3 of riding my bike into work. The 2 mile ride takes anywhere from 10-20 minutes depending on traffic and head-wind. The trek 180 mountain bike was purchased with monies from high school graduation. I've started to use it as a primary source of transportation-not because of high gas prices, to prove a point: alt. modes of transportation need to be looked at, and used. And, frankly the error serves on being lazy, and change is never easy.
I seldom drink "THE" "kool-aid", specially when it comes to popular culture and what-not. Non-conformity works for me. I rather go against the grain. However, the little "Bento" lunches are quite fun. My lunch at work has ranged from gormet cheese, to salads, tonight its alaskan organic salmon with a salad, and bread, and other "goodies", I threw in a bag before leaving the house.
I'm definately in the mode of simple. Maying my life less cluttered, more organised, less structured. Trying to not spend money, and cleaning out the access "crap" I have. Jim, Dennis and myself are throwing a second annual rummage sale, which will help in this process. Basically, I have to start saying "No" to social obligations and focus on my self and home.
I havn't seen my sister and her family since September of '07. Guilt has factored in sparingly. My scheduel isn't meshing with them. I also havn't appreciated phone calls where a screaming kid in the background takes over aiding in conversation. Bridget (My brothers other half-mother of Porkchop and No-Name-steak), seldom has this problem-at all, and I talk to her for hours. Lastly, it is a three hour drive to see them, and interstate 90 is a four lane hi-way, with two lanes going each direction.
Yoga is helping. Went to a new teacher at the gym on Friday, Stephanie, who I like, and will add her to the small list of instructors I'll go to. She approached me after class, since I stuck out amid the 10 female students who were obviously local followers. I wouldn't call my yoga practice a new obscession. Spirituality is part of Maslov's higher archy of needs. Yoga is my religion. I seek solace.
That and I need to start taking my Zoloft.
I see Karla on Tuesday.
Two co-workers went out to San Francisco for a convention. Stayed in the financial district. Having never been there, I gave them pointers as to "where" to go: China Town, Haight-Ashbury, the peer (south of the financial district), and the lighthouse beach (West side of the bay). They called me quite intoxicated from TRACKS-a bar on Haight. I love drunk phone calls. There is nothing that says "I love you" than a drunk dial. Think about it.
I have two photographs, that are exactly the same-except they were taken months apart. The location, subjects, time of day, are exactly the same. i've been looking at the first one, for awhile. Because the more I look at it, the more I study it, I don't even recognise the person in the photo.
The person in the photo is me.