Goals.
This morning, I saw what my journal looks like when I'm not logged in. I must sound so incredibly shallow. All of the important stuff has been friends-locked, and what's left is a vapid retail-aganza. Well. I guess there's something to be said for surface appearances.
I wanted to set some goals set for the next few months. The theme of this year has been constant change-- so much so that I've had a difficult time getting my bearings. It feels like the earth has been rocking beneath my feet. I'm hoping that this upcoming move will bring a sense of closure. Of starting over. Of learning to breathe again.
1. I want to kick ass at my new job. I don't think this should be too much of a problem. I am good at most things that I put my mind to, and I learn quickly.
2. I want to turn my new room into a cozy, comforting space. A sanctuary. A place of calm and creativity.
3. I want to finish writing that I've started. This includes more of the YA novel, refining my most recent spasm of poems, and the adult short-story trilogy I'm working on (progress: story 1 is finished, but in need of refining, story 2 is completely outlined and half-written, story 3 is in concept stage).
4. I want to learn to not hold myself to others' standards. This includes not only acknowledging, but accepting that some people are so limited or insecure that they many never be able to see my strengths, and that there is no pleasing that kind of person. I think being further away from my parents will help with this. I won't constantly feel like the other. I'll be able to whip my self-esteem back in shape. That will be nice.
5. I want to keep up with eating better. I'm in decent physical shape now that I've recovered from a college diet of starch and carbs. Swing dancing has helped with tone a little, but I don't want to get lazy again.
6. I want to overcome my abject fear of needles so I can get some bodywork done. If acupuncture can help with my labyrinthitis and kidney problems like Dixie says it will, it's better in the long-term just to get it done.
7. I need to start reading again. I have a to-read list about a mile-and-a-half long. I also want to read Brokeback Mountain before I see the movie, because the characterization is always so much deeper when I read the book first. I like to see what the actors do with the source material.
8. I want to learn how to better deal with people who are antagonistic to me. It's such a hard thing, walking the thin line between letting things roll off and standing up for yourself. Either can feel like a defeat. I suppose I need to learn how to diffuse those kinds of people before situations can escalate.
9. I'd like to get back into martial arts. Skyler is going to check out a dojo near to him, but I'm not certain it'll be for me. I think that taking classes with him will be a distraction to me, and I see potential badness there-- not because of him, but because of me. Ideally, I'm looking for something largely self-defense oriented. The reason why I liked Gung Fu so much was because we were never taught to use more force than would get the job done (incidentally, the "kill! kill!" approach of Tai Kwon-Do is what turned me off to karate once I switched dojos).
10. I need to finally get my liscence. That way I can join a few choirs and get back to singing. I always get depressed when I've been removed from singing too long, but I never realize that that's part of why I feel so down. It's such a part of me that I always feel lacking when I'm not a part of creating music. I have a standing invitation from the Masterworks Chorale that I'd certainly consider.
I found out that it was actually Joaquin Phoenix & Reese Witherspoon singing in Walk The Line. I knew that it wasn't June Carter Cash's voice during the movie, but the male vocals were so well done that sometimes, I was certain that we were hearing the Man In Black. I am so incredibly impressed with that movie. Also? One of these days, I'm gonna get me a man that can sing. 'Cuz whoa with the melting and the wobbly knees.
Work, work, work. I'm ready to move on. Someone needs to explain to me why it is that the only people who ever curse me out over the phone have bizarre accents. I don't mean 'bizarre' as in 'foreign.' I mean bizarre as in 'Swedish Chef.' Borga borga borga.
I wanted to set some goals set for the next few months. The theme of this year has been constant change-- so much so that I've had a difficult time getting my bearings. It feels like the earth has been rocking beneath my feet. I'm hoping that this upcoming move will bring a sense of closure. Of starting over. Of learning to breathe again.
1. I want to kick ass at my new job. I don't think this should be too much of a problem. I am good at most things that I put my mind to, and I learn quickly.
2. I want to turn my new room into a cozy, comforting space. A sanctuary. A place of calm and creativity.
3. I want to finish writing that I've started. This includes more of the YA novel, refining my most recent spasm of poems, and the adult short-story trilogy I'm working on (progress: story 1 is finished, but in need of refining, story 2 is completely outlined and half-written, story 3 is in concept stage).
4. I want to learn to not hold myself to others' standards. This includes not only acknowledging, but accepting that some people are so limited or insecure that they many never be able to see my strengths, and that there is no pleasing that kind of person. I think being further away from my parents will help with this. I won't constantly feel like the other. I'll be able to whip my self-esteem back in shape. That will be nice.
5. I want to keep up with eating better. I'm in decent physical shape now that I've recovered from a college diet of starch and carbs. Swing dancing has helped with tone a little, but I don't want to get lazy again.
6. I want to overcome my abject fear of needles so I can get some bodywork done. If acupuncture can help with my labyrinthitis and kidney problems like Dixie says it will, it's better in the long-term just to get it done.
7. I need to start reading again. I have a to-read list about a mile-and-a-half long. I also want to read Brokeback Mountain before I see the movie, because the characterization is always so much deeper when I read the book first. I like to see what the actors do with the source material.
8. I want to learn how to better deal with people who are antagonistic to me. It's such a hard thing, walking the thin line between letting things roll off and standing up for yourself. Either can feel like a defeat. I suppose I need to learn how to diffuse those kinds of people before situations can escalate.
9. I'd like to get back into martial arts. Skyler is going to check out a dojo near to him, but I'm not certain it'll be for me. I think that taking classes with him will be a distraction to me, and I see potential badness there-- not because of him, but because of me. Ideally, I'm looking for something largely self-defense oriented. The reason why I liked Gung Fu so much was because we were never taught to use more force than would get the job done (incidentally, the "kill! kill!" approach of Tai Kwon-Do is what turned me off to karate once I switched dojos).
10. I need to finally get my liscence. That way I can join a few choirs and get back to singing. I always get depressed when I've been removed from singing too long, but I never realize that that's part of why I feel so down. It's such a part of me that I always feel lacking when I'm not a part of creating music. I have a standing invitation from the Masterworks Chorale that I'd certainly consider.
I found out that it was actually Joaquin Phoenix & Reese Witherspoon singing in Walk The Line. I knew that it wasn't June Carter Cash's voice during the movie, but the male vocals were so well done that sometimes, I was certain that we were hearing the Man In Black. I am so incredibly impressed with that movie. Also? One of these days, I'm gonna get me a man that can sing. 'Cuz whoa with the melting and the wobbly knees.
Work, work, work. I'm ready to move on. Someone needs to explain to me why it is that the only people who ever curse me out over the phone have bizarre accents. I don't mean 'bizarre' as in 'foreign.' I mean bizarre as in 'Swedish Chef.' Borga borga borga.