Saturday, August 27, 2016

OKAY, I didn't really intend for this to turn into a rant, but there you go.  Read further at your own risk.

Days 7 and 8.

Okay, I'm a week into this and already I'm finding myself having sporadic results.  Life gets busy.  I get tired.  Whatever.  It is, however, Saturday again, and hopefully I can accomplish some of the stuff that I didn't get done during the week.  Of course this means that the weekend is hectic and I'm still tired when Monday rolls around.  But stuff doesn't do itself.  None of it. 

I enjoy being single.  I like not having people second-guess what I plan to do and when I want to do it.  I like making my own decisions.  I LOVE not having somebody say (as every guy I dated did) about the writing "You can do that any time.  You don't need to do it now.  Sit down, relax, spend a little time with me." 

Now, don't get me wrong, I liked, even loved the guys.  But you CAN'T do it any time.  There are deadlines, and energy issues and they said it EVERY SINGLE TIME I'd try to write.  They'd come to the house when I said "please don't.  I'm hitting up against a deadline and really have to work on this all weekend," to check on me, "see how it's going" "how you're doing."  Some of them made it clear they thought I wasn't writing at all, I was sneaking off to be with some other guy.

[For the record.  I don't cheat.  If we're in a monogamous relationship and I'm not happy with you, I'll either work on it with you or dump your sorry ass.  I     DON'T     CHEAT.  I don't like being cheated on--so I figure the guy I'm with wouldn't either.] 

I don't like not being taken seriously.  I don't like having people not LISTEN or believe me.  I TRULY don't like having a guy be jealous of my career.  And make no mistake folks, the writing is the career.  The day job is just a paycheck.  I'm good at it.  I work hard at it.  But it is NOT my career.

SO, since I repeatedly had so much trouble with the men I dated not getting it--and me--I felt I had to make a choice.  And I chose me.  And while I would love to have somebody in my life who got it, and me, and who thinks I'm just plain wonderful and don't need to change -- I'd really, really, rather be alone than have someone who doesn't.

So I'm alone.  And I'm okay with it 99.8% of the time.  When the .2% hits I treat it like a migraine, take something for the pain and sleep it off. 

BUT (You just knew there was a but, didn't you,) when you are alone, you are ALONE.  There is no back up.  If you fall and dislocate both hips, you're going to be dragging your injured body across the floor to let the EMT's in so that they don't have to break something that you'll have to try to fix later, while injured. 

If things need to be done, you either do it yourself, or you have to pay somebody (or if you're really lucky your friends will look at it and say.  "Oh for the love of . . . here, let me help.")

I'm strong.  I'm capable.  But I get freaking TIRED people.  REALLY REALLY TIRED.  And when I get tired I get cranky. 

But shit still doesn't do itself.  I've tried to teach Lucky the Wonder Dog to scrub the floors.  She isn't interested.

Which reminds me.  She rolled in the dust again, so I need to give her a bath.  Add that onto the list for today.

So, what have I done the past few days.  Stuff. 

I've been trying to get exercise (probably managed it 3 or 4 days out of 7). 

I've been cooking and cleaning and doing laundry (which doesn't sound like much, but takes time). 

I HAVE WRITTEN EVERY SINGLE DAY!! (Granted, some of it was crap.  But I did it.  And that's a big deal). 

I've been saying my prayers and taking care of my spiritual life.

I got the LLC back in good standing with the Secretary of State. 

I did some educational videos.

I paid bills.

Sometime this weekend I need to go through the backlog of paperwork and start on some home repairs.  I've got research to do for the writing.  I've got WRITING to do for the writing.  I also need to back up my computers because they're starting to act out.

NOTE TO THE WORLD--I have been hit by lightning.  When I get stressed out I fry clocks.  I can't wear a watch.  And my electronics go weird.  I have been stressed.  Weirdness has ensued.

I realize most people don't believe this.  They don't have to.  Or they can educate themselves by looking up the afteraffects of being hit by lightning.  Apparently the crap I experience isn't uncommon for lightning strike survivors.  Whatever. 

My personal all time record is going through 11 clocks in 3 months. That's wall clocks, table clocks, the whole schlmiel.  It gets pretty expensive.  It is also why I carry a cheap "dumb phone" rather than a smartphone.  There is no point getting something expensive, programming it, and having it die within a couple of months so that I have to do the whole thing over again.  Besides, I am a Luddite.  I use my phone as a PHONE.

Now, I don't know if anybody is going to read this.  In fact, I might be happier if they didn't.  But I have decided to be honest, and this is about as honest as it gets for today.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Days 5 and 6.

Okay, Day 5 I did diddly squat.  I was tired, cranky, and needed clean clothes for work.  I ran nine bazillion errands (okay, maybe it only FELT like nine bazillion, but it really did FEEL that way) and I only managed to write a couple of paragraphs because it was a transition scene and I was having one of THOSE days where it all looks like crap and the temptation is to hit the delete key and just dump it all.  (To quote my son when he used to live at home "PUT YOUR HANDS UP!  STEP AWAY FROM THE KEYBOARD!")

Today has just been crazy busy thus far--so I'm not expecting to make much progress on anything today either.  But somehow or other I'm going to get things back on track by tomorrow.

Best.

Cie

Monday, August 22, 2016

Day 4 -- I walked to work today.  It was sprinkling, which made it less fun than it could have been, but I made it on time and am glad of it. 

I didn't accomplish as much as I wanted over the weekend.  I mostly rested and prayed, both of which were needed to help me get my head on straight. 

I have precisely one minute before I have to be at work, so I will say Goodbye.  I'll let you know tomorrow what I accomplished today and my hopes for tomorrow.

Cie

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Day 3 --

1.  Went for two long walks for exercise. :)
2.  Wrote and checked emails with regard to writing.
3.  Came up with a possible solution to a financial issue.  Am planning to do some laundry (which is ordinary, but have to get it done for the week), and scrub all floors.  (UGH).  As to repairs, I think I will work on the deck that is partially built.

Anybody else?

Cie

Saturday, August 20, 2016

OKAY, for those of you wondering about yesterday's post. 

I have decided to start a 100 day challenge.  The theory behind it is that if you do 1 thing every day, even a small thing, in 100 days you will have made major progress towards your goals and developed habits that will move you forward in life.

I have a lot of goals.  I also have had the feeling of late that my life has been running me (ragged) rather than me running my life.  SO, changes need to be made.  BIG changes.  And little steps can lead to big changes if done CONSISTENTLY.  SO, 100 day challenge -- starting yesterday, with an end date of November 27, 2016 with a check up to see how I've done.  The areas I am working in are:  Health/Weight; Writing;  Household/Finances.

Now folks, I'm going to be honest here.  This is my blog.  And I've had all sorts of people tell me that you shouldn't put information out there to the online community, you're just asking for trouble, and prospective employers will read it and . . . blah, blah, blah. All of that is ABSOLUTELY TRUE.  But, I want to be honest about moving forward, and I want to have some support for it.  So I'm going to trust you all, which means sometimes admitting things I'm not too happy about.  Like I weigh more than I should.  I have occasional financial embarrassments (and if you never have, WOW, I'm impressed--because at one point or another almost everyone I've ever known has and hey, even the government and candidates are admitting that the middle class is sinking fast).  SO, I'm going to be honest, and hope for the best.  And I'm going to ignore the ads and TRY to ignore the trolls.

Day 2 -
1.  Exercised;
2.  Wrote; Did a lesson in online course;
3.  Tried to contact EdFinancial about status.  Found out the student loans are ALMOST paid for.  That doesn't help me this month, but I may be able to get it paid off with the October book checks which would be a help each and every month.  WOOT.

It's raining (YAY we so needed it) so that precludes some of the outdoor work I was thinking of.  So today I want to scrub the floors and take out the torn up tile on the back porch and prep to put the new tile in.

And I need to figure out what I'm going to do to drum up a little extra cash since the car repairs, while necessary, have left me a bit on the short side until payday.

How/what did you all do?

Friday, August 19, 2016

DAY 1of 100 days.

Health - exercised
Writing - got newsletter out and requested followers to join in; did a quickie drawing to include for the contest in the newsletter
Home/House - Will have to do it tonight because I ran out of time this morning.


Cie

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Life Being Lifish

Life is very good. BUT it can be very "lifish".  By that I mean, weird, annoying and often frustrating things will happen, and usually in bunches.

The car window motor will go out with the window in the down position.
Then it will rain for the first time in weeks before you can get to the mechanic.
Then, after you have slapped together some covering with duct tape, cardboard and plastic a stray cat who is afraid of the thunderstorm will break through it, sleep in your vehicle, and mark the front passenger seat quite thoroughly.  (And won't it be FUN trying to get him out in the morning when you're late for work!)

That sort of thing.

Life, my friends, has been lifish.  I am very glad to say that I seem to have recovered from the pneumonia.  I am behind on absolutely everything.  But I am, at least mostly, well.

I am grateful.

Being very sick sucketh.

But life continues to be lifish.  Ergo, I have no idea when I'll get caught up on everything.

But I will continue to try.  Because that's what you do.  And I will laugh when I can, in an effort to keep sane.

And I will write.  Because I love it, and because (gratefully) the publisher seems to think that it's worth paying me for, and the readers continue to buy (THANK YOU GUYS!).

But I will be behind for a while yet.  And I am sorry.  But I lost a lot of time being sick.

Cie