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Right Here, Right Now

 

 

This year has started off with a bang and I’ve hit the floor running. Not unexpected, not if you know me, but not a calamity either.

Right here–I look like a train wreck, sitting on the side of the tub. You see, I’ve run the soles off my feet. Funny ha-ha to you, nowhere NEAR the vicinity of funny to me.

Right now– I’m trying to ignore the pain of an Epsom salt bath on raw and weeping flesh by writing this post using the voice feature on my cell.

The distraction isn’t working as well as I’d hoped. There might be tears involved as I dictate this,  but MY version of the story will reflect that my contacts are due up to be changed.

I’m still doing this and I will not give up.

I’ll come back to that in a few.

Right here–in this very house, I’ve decided since  I’d spent the latter part of 2015 saying goodbye to the people I’d outgrown, successfully laid to rest a few pesky ghosts, slayed some troublesome dragons-AND lived to tell the tale, I might be on to something good.

Right now–the way I see it, my choices are simple. I can trot down this path and continue to grow or I can hesitate and get knocked cattywampus by my own momentum.

I’m choosing door number one because cattywampus is not a good look for me.

You know, in case you were wondering.

That door happens to be an almighty big one and is going to be difficult to kick open and stomp through.

I’m scared but determined.

I’ve written before that I’m a veteran runner when it came to all things drama and that’s true. I’m also a total boss at wielding my handy dandy black paint brush to paint out and effectively forget, the people, things, and situations that have caused me pain.

The forgetting has been one of my best defense mechanisms, and I’ll miss it dreadfully, but I’m not going to use it anymore.

Right now–I choose to face these things head on and move forward instead of avoiding them.

In so doing, I’m giving myself the gift of my own life back. I’ve set some very specific goals and hope to reach them soon.

Right here–moving to a different position at the company I currently work for, making more money, and getting better benefits is the best thing for myself and for Duck.

I want these things and I WILL get them.

Right now–I’m taking back control of my life and it shore do feel fine. Sort of. Kinda. Mostly. Like 99% of the time. The feel fine part of it, I mean.

Which may shed some light on the reason for a gym membership and the interval training and my poor feet that have been the cause of this disjointed post via cell.

This is the year of a whole new me and I will not back down. Come watch me win. I dare ya.

Addendum…Not that it matters much to anyone other than me-I’ve done 12.5 miles of interval training since this past Tuesday. Because I’m proud of it and I’m cool like that.

 

 

 

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Goodbye 2012-It Was A Helluva Ride

Where's The Dummy Manual?!
Where’s The Dummy Manual?!

My son say’s that 2012 was ‘amazing’…Yeah, um, No

My 2012 was a year that has had all the charm of riding in the very first car on a runaway roller coaster. All my efforts were concentrated on simply surviving the ride with my lunch intact. My cell never rang with good news, or so it seemed. It rang for a heart attack, it rang for injuries, and for a gazillion illnesses, though for the very worst of news, it was silent. Before you begin weeping for me in your cup of coffee, share it! And then know that it wasn’t all bad. Because even in my world, some of the rules still apply. What goes down, must also come up. Eventually.

What goes down, still has to come up

I also had some victories, conquered some fears, slayed a few personal demons. Not many of them, and not a single one that will help save all mankind from self destruction, no, but still important to me.  Continue reading Goodbye 2012-It Was A Helluva Ride

What I’m Keeping For New Years

New Years

It’s that time, out with the old and in with the new and all that. And I get it, I really do, but every time I do that-kick habits, and annoying tendencies to the curb, they come back with a vengeance, according to my SO. I know it’s exactly opposite of what we are supposed to do, but since I jinx myself every time I do that way, here’s what my New Years is going to be like.

Nothing that reverse psychology can’t fix

We all focus on the negative, right?  Instead of focusing on my less than attractive traits, of which there are many, and trying to eliminate some of my bad habits, I’m going to keep them.

  • Irritating my SO in mere nano seconds, sometimes with a look, sometimes in true stealth mode, like when he moves his TV remote and forgets he moved it and then blames me, though I haven’t been in that nasty man cave for over a week because it smells like… Essence of Stinky Socks. Apparently I’m so good, I don’t even know I’m doing it!
  • Yelling at Dragon Speak. Or at my laptop. Or the microwave, camera, GPS, cell phone, wii… and since all tech mocks me anyway, it’s a primo way of releasing stress, by yelling at my smirking electronics.
  • Showing my son how to do covert irritation missions, like make Gak undercover and leave it in places you might never expect it to be. The SO’s shoes, his underwear drawer, his spaghetti. 

Continue reading What I’m Keeping For New Years