…and I’ll take a mile. If you’ve been reading my blog at all, you may have noticed something about me: sometimes I have a little trouble with follow-through. See also: procrastination. See, the thing is that if I don’t have a rigid set of rules to follow then I might as well not have any rules at all. I started off with a goal of a blog post a day. Then I got burned out. And now I’ve posted twice in a month span. I do that in a lot of areas in my life. I get excited about something and pretty much obsess over it for a while until I’m over it. This isn’t some shit-on-myself blog post. I don’t think I’m alone on this stuff. A lot of people do this kind of thing. Sometimes way worse than I do. But I’ve pretty much come to terms with it about myself. And I have the ability to follow through when it counts.
I think that’s why running long distance races works so well for me. I have a clear goal in mind and a rigid training schedule (sometimes I switch the days that I run but I always get my miles in) to follow in order to achieve it. By the way, my training is going well. With the exception of some chafing issues, my runs have been feeling really good. I’m excited for this race.
So I’m willing to cut myself some slack if I don’t make it to the volunteer events that I’ve wanted to do. Or if I put my business plan on the back burner for a while. Or if I don’t post a blog as often as I would like. Or if I have a bad week with weight loss or eating. Because I do a lot of other stuff that is worthwhile too. I spend time with my friends and family whenever I can. I’ve been doing a whole lot better with keeping my house picked up and clean. I run 30 miles per week (ish). I bake a lot of cupcakes and cook a lot of dinners that are healthy. I’m planning my wedding. And I go to work every day. So I will most likely continue to pursue different interests and probably obsess over some of them and then ditch them. How the hell else am I supposed to figure out what I want out of this life?
Listen, I know I said that my goal was to write a post every day for a year. I did pretty well for a while but I was really struggling to come up with ideas sometimes and my writing really suffered. So I decided to take a little hiatus. It really helped. I’ve actually been meaning to write this post for several days now but I’ve just gotten busy. Until now.
So, the last time I wrote, I was actually en route to NYC for vacation. It was amazing and awesome and if I was 23 instead of 33 I’d probably quit my job and move there. Seriously. I really liked it. JW and I had so much fun and there is so much to do. We also decided to party like we were 23 again. As it turns out, I can party like I’m 23 all day and night long, however I cannot recover like I’m 23. It took me at least three days to feel like a normal human being again. It was rough. My running suffered that week as well as most other optional responsibilities I had. Oh well. I got it out of my system and I’m super focused on the shit that needs to be done now.
Speaking of running, my training is going great! I went for 12 miles this morning and it felt great. I’ve also started doing some weight training. And I’ve been serious about counting my weight watchers points again. Honestly, what I’ve figured out is that if I am running the amount that I am and I eat carefully throughout the week, I can have nearly anything I want on the weekend. I also got new running shoes today. I got the same ones I’ve been running in for two years now; the Brooks Adrenaline STS. These are the 13s. I wore my last pair for 360 miles! Here’s what 360 miles will do to a pair of running shoes:
So, I’ve got lots more to update you all on but I’m saving some of it for future posts. I’ve made some awesome cupcakes, ordered my wedding dress (!), picked out exactly what decorations I’ll be making for the wedding, and lots more. I’m not promising I’ll write every single day anymore. But I think that now it will be much less forced and therefore more natural. And why would I do something I didn’t enjoy, anyway?
We met my parents half way between our house and their house to let them take Bella for a couple of weeks. There are two reasons for this: a) we are going to New York next weekend, and b) my dad loves that dog a whole real lot. And she likes it up there, too. My dad works from home and my mom is on summer break so someone is home nearly all the time. They have a big yard she can run around in and huge picture windows she can look out of (we call windows Bella TV because they positively engross her). My dad also takes her for walks nearly every night. The only thing is that our house feels empty without her in it. I think Patrick notices too. He needs to learn how to occupy himself though. So enjoy the girl, Mom and Dad! JW and Patrick and I miss her already!
You know that saying “I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired”? Well I am. Those of you who know me in real life know that I am very liberal. This blog post is not meant to start any great debates. The chances of me being swayed to a more conservative point of view are slim to none. And I’m not so deluded to think that by writing this stuff down, it will suddenly occur to some conservatives out there that they should be more liberal. I have some dear friends and family who happen to be very conservative. I don’t hold anything against people who are conservative unless they are vitriolic and/or mean. It’s not necessary. I just truly cannot wrap my mind around some conservative ideals. And that’s okay because I’m sure they’d say the same thing about some of the things I believe in.
Here’s the thing though. There are just too many things to be outraged about lately. And I am definitely outraged by some things. I am completely outraged by the unwillingness of some to welcome the gay and lesbian and trans community into having the same rights as straight people. I am unbelievably outraged by the amount of women’s rights and freedom to control what happens to their own bodies being whittled away at day by day and state by state. I am outraged by the power that companies like Monsanto wield to sway EPA and FDA guidelines and to silence the voices of their critics. The gun control debate, the healthcare debate, the fact that people try and use religion as a basis for laws despite there being a separation of church and state; these are all things I find very troubling. I know I should be outraged by the whole Edward Snowden/NSA thing but I’m not. It’s too much. I don’t have room for it. I should probably care more about the budget and government spending but I don’t. My outrage center is already overloaded. I could probably go on and on. But I won’t because the list of things I could be outraged about is truly never ending. And frankly, I just don’t have room in my life to spend being pissed off all of the time.
I’m not saying that any of these issues are not important. They are all extremely important. I would just rather fill my life with positive things. So I’m going to focus on the stuff that really matters to me. My friends, my family, my pets, my life. The revolutionary in me will still show her little head from time to time, I’m sure. And I will still stay informed and vote and participate in society. I will still share my opinions via social media outlets and, yes, I will still get outraged by certain issues that tend to mean more to me than others. But I have too much good stuff and good people in my life to spend all of my time being outraged. Can’t people just be nice to one another? Seriously. Just be nice.
*steps down from soapbox*
Today was a really good day. I got some good news at work and then later on I won an award that had nothing to do with the previous good news! I sold some cupcakes so that was awesome too. It feels good to be appreciated. A year ago I would have given anything to find a new job. I’ve gotten two promotions since then and now I even look forward to going to work. It’s really an awesome feeling to be recognized and appreciated.
Tiny happy moments is cancelled today due to Father’s Day. This is more like big happy moments. I have been lucky enough in my life to have been born with a terrific dad. I know everyone says that on Father’s Day but I mean it. I’ve always said that if I ever married a man as good as my dad, I’d be the luckiest girl in the world. And it’s true. I would be. And I am. So in honor of Father’s Day, I present my favorite memories of my dad:
His love of animals
When I was a little girl, we had a dog named Tanya. She belonged to my dad before my parents were married. Tanya hated my mom because she wouldn’t let her sleep in the bed with them and she would wait for my dad to leave and poop on the floor on purpose so that my mom would have to clean it up. Tanya died when I was six and my dad was heart-broken. Later, we had a cat named Chuck and dad loved her too. They were best buds. And now my dad loves my dog Bella. He giggles like a little kid when he plays with her. I love it.
His “signature” dishes
Although he didn’t cook a whole lot when I was a small child, my dad had several signature dishes that he did cook. One of my favorites was what he called “super dupers.” They were homemade potato chips that apparently I did not want to eat. So he called them super dupers. I ate them. The other one might not be much of a signature dish but it’s kind of a joke with the rest of our family. We ate tacos a lot because they were easy and relatively inexpensive and when my mom went back to school, my dad ended up cooking a lot more. He also picked up a second job for extra money and ended up eating quickly a lot. I swear, he ate nachos for dinner three nights a week. We always had some leftover taco meat and all he had to do was throw that and some cheese on some chips and microwave it. He ate that all the time.
Summers at the lake
My grandparents on both sides had cottages in lakes when I was growing up. We spent a lot of time at both cottages in the summer. We had fun with both of our parents but my mom wasn’t really a big fan of swimming in the lake. My dad always got in with us though. And he would throw us into the water. And play games and just basically horse around. It was so fun. My brother and I loved playing in the lake with him.
There are so many more awesome things about my dad. He has been unendingly supportive of all of his children. He loves our mom. He is very even tempered. He works hard. He is just a nice guy. So here’s to you, dad. I’m a lucky daughter.