I’m in a bad mood today. My reasons not to be cheerful (in no particular order) are:
- My blog – I’ve been trying to think of something to write for weeks and I still can’t come up with anything interesting. I would like to start something and stick to it. Just once.
- I spent much of Easter weekend moving clothes around and sitting on my bed, contemplating how the seasons of my life are defined by unpacking clothes from storage and packing them back up again when I realise that they still don’t fit.
- This week’s cakes baked for the office were a bit rubbish.
- I keep having a recurring nightmare, featuring various friends from the past, with whom I’ve lost touch due to my laziness in returning calls. It doesn’t take a constipated mathematician to work that one out with a pencil. Anyway, as a result, I’m not sleeping very well.
Reflecting on all of the above has made me realise how shallow I am (none of the above is Cancer, after all) and has pushed me down what I hope to be a narrow path (i.e. no room for turning). It’s time to pull myself together and lead a better life. I’ll be 40 years old in June and find myself careering towards a mid life crisis. Only a few Minor Achievements will help me avoid what is currently the inevitable whining session to the long suffering Big Al.
The Minor Achievements will be very minor. Softly softly, catchee monkey:
- Reduce caffeine intake to 2 cups per day.
- Check TLP’s homework every day. With patience and grace.
- Shed a dress size (this month’s Red Magazine told me that, to lose weight permanently, I must change my mindset and see weight reduction as ‘shedding’ rather than ‘loss’. In this way, I won’t miss the person I used to be. For God’s sake. I won’t miss the fat bird. I’ll be waving her off at the station and changing the locks).
- Answer the phone. Every time. I plan to keep the few friends that I have.
There. It’s written in my blog, the modern equivalent of the stone tablets and therefore will be so. Ha ha.