Almost a week into 2009, already. What have I done so far? Hmm...not much, really, unless I'm counting the 10 or so scrapbook pages I created in the past couple days. Really, really wanting to feel a little "caught up" with that hobby. So much to do, so many projects. Always. It's fun, though, and I don't mean to complain, but the list of things I need to do, the volume of photos that need to be incorporated into page designs, well...both seem endless.
Good thing I really love scrapbooking.
Jogging
Awhile back, I started jogging on the treadmill. It happened by accident, really. I must have read something about running and wondered if I could do it. I did. I started small. I jogged a minute. Then two. I worked up to four, then six. Finally ten. I was up to twenty minutes, I think. Yeah, read that again. Twenty minutes of jogging, ME!
And then one day, I had to drag a rollaway bed up one flight of stairs to our office, which was serving as a second guest room when Mom and two of her friends visited. I pulled some muscle in my trunk--and I mean the actual trunk of my body, not my ass, as the current vernacular goes--and suddenly, jogging made me hurt. Badly.
So I had to quit, much as I hated to. I so loved jogging, really hoped I'd be able to work up to actual running, maybe even do a marathon eventually. I've let some time pass, let my body do some healing (I certainly hope), and the other day, just to see what happened, I tried jogging. Carefully. Just one measly minute.
But it didn't hurt, so I tried two and a half minutes the next day, three yesterday, and today I did four minutes. I hope I can keep building up, though I should probably stick to four minutes for awhile. I do tend to overdo things, which usually causes injury, and the last thing I need right now is to hurt myself. Again.
Laugh Out Loud
Read this. I'm pretty sure you'll laugh out loud at least once.
On Tomorrow's Agenda
I have to go to the doctor. I don't really want to talk about it. If doctors aren't scaring me, they're ordering tests that hurt, or they're making snide-ass comments.
Like I said, I don't want to talk about it. Bet I will tomorrow night after the appointment is behind me.
Writing
Oh, what a tangled subject that is. A couple weeks ago, I was sitting at my husband's computer, and I was suddenly inspired to write a poem. Out of nowhere. That hasn't happened in a long, long time. I'm thinking about writing more and more, inspired in part by my husband's renewed commitment to working on his novel on a regular basis.
Much of my time and creative energy in the last, oh, several months has been focused on scrapbooking. Which does involve writing, but it isn't the kind of writing that has always been my life's ambition. I have done some writing for this blog, and I've done a few posts at the the Atheist's Way blog.
But I'm not working on a dedicated project. I'm not writing a novel, not even a short story, and I'm not spending any significant time on the two or three memoir projects that have been on my writing to-do list for years.
That's about to change.
Interesting Reading
Check this out.
And now...I'm off to check email, watch a little television, and go to bed. Nighty-night.
Copyright 2009 Melissa LaFavers