Adventures in January

So... how about that January?

Yep. How about it.

Dates with two different guys. I'll just call those "practice" and leave discussion and rehashing for elsewhere.

Finally have an agreement in place, and should be able to file uncontested paperwork with the court. At this point, it's a foregone conclusion in my head and heart, and these small details are just formalities.

Also this month, registered for the Twin Cities 3 Day walk for the Susan G. Komen foundation. 60 miles in 3 days. I'm nervous but mostly excited. I've done harder things than train for an endurance walk - and I expect that I will want to die at least twice before I finish. But it won't kill me... it will make me stronger.

Watch out world.... it's going to be a great year.

Memorable

Saturday, January 8, 2011 - memorable for both lunch and dinner.

Jumpy

This week, I learned that I love tap dancing enough to also do core strengthening exercises to get better at dancing. Yes.. that's right..... I'm doing situps and planks, and lunges, and things that make my muscles protest because I want to be better at a jump step that I can't get to sound right otherwise.

I might be crazy. Sheesh.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Once upon a time, I was a teenager. When you are a teenager, it seems as though you must decide what you will be when you grow up. How else will you choose the right college, with the right degree programs? How else will you realize your dream of being ....... something. You know, a grown-up who doesn't have a curfew, and can stay up until 2 am, and has an awesome car and doesn't have to do the dishes on chore night? Because all of your potential future happiness depends on knowing those things, and getting the right answer.

Heh. Teenagers.

I'm a grown-up. Okay, close enough to one. It's that time of year at work where one of the activities is "Goal Setting" where the professional version of me has a chance to write down what I think my personal professional goals are for the year. Guess what? I have no idea - and I'm okay with this. What I'm doing now is nothing like my first guess at a career path - Industrial Design! Which still interests me, but I know my strengths and best skills are elsewhere. It's not even my second career choice - Chemical Engineer! (Honestly, I would hate this.) And it's tangential to my degree - Technical Communications, which, honestly - can cover any industry or field related to science or technology.

What do I want to do this year? Exactly what I am doing - learning, writing, working to create new technology and help others to adopt and learn that it's not scary. I want to challenge myself. I want to grow - so that in another 20 years, I can say again "Wow - this isn't where I expected I'd be, but I love it!"

That's what I want to be when I grow up.... in love with my life.

Can it be spring now?

This is a complaining post. I usually try to avoid them, but.......

So just stop reading if you'd rather read about rainbows and unicorns and sunshines.


I'm cold. I think I've been cold since October. Old houses are charming. Old drafty windows are not. I want new windows! I want it to be spring, with rainbows! And sunshines! (Unicorns optional)

Mostly, I just don't want to shiver myself to sleep, or have to shovel the driveway one more freaking time this winter.

Okay - sending myself to bed now. Enough with the complaining. It's only a temporary salve.

I hereby resolve....

At times, I wonder what is the purpose of a resolution? If you have resolved yourself to something, isn't it just one of the priorities of your life? And why do you need to declare it?
Would it be easier to to call them priorities? I think so - you can't guilt yourself over priorities. People compliment you for getting them straight, and if you don't accomplish something of a lower priority, because a higher priority thing needed doing - there's no guilt in that.

So this year - I prioritize. I don't resolve.
This year,

• my personal health will be a priority for me. I will make and keep regular appointments with my doctor and dentist. I do that for my kids, and to be a good example, I should do that for myself too.
• communicating with those I love will be more important, and getting back into the habit of sending letters is something I hope to accomplish.

And that's it. Health and love. Those are my priorities.