I took this picture at midnight on NYE. Fireworks over the Mississippi river.
I’m a little late to the New Year’s game, but it’s never too late to set goals for yourself. Right? In 2013, I’m not resolving, but I’m making S.M.A.R.T. goals to simplify my life and be nicer to myself. I’m not going to share my specific “S.M.A.R.T.” goals because they’re too personal. Sometimes keeping goals a secret is smart too.
I’ve recognized over the past year with the stresses of taking on more responsibilities at work and planning a wedding that I need to be nicer to myself. I can’t beat myself up if the dishes aren’t done or if I never finish the unending laundry pile in my downstairs bathroom. I can’t even beat myself up if my blog posts are sporadic.
I’ve also recognized that I want to live a simpler life– which means owning less stuff and appreciating small things. I feel so lucky to have so much: a new husband, a loving family and a warm place to live. This year, I want to appreciate all I have everyday.
Is anyone else trying similar goals? Let me know in the comments.
During a recent conversation with a colleague, we got to talking about busyness and importance. It is easy to fall into the busy trap and to get caught up with the details of every day home and work life. He said this direct quote during our short chat. It was so profound that after we were done talking I ran to my office and wrote it down. (You’re a genius, Justin!)
Busyness for the sake of busyness is a rampant problem in academia and in my life. Here’s to prioritizing the important things this Monday morning.
Remember that job I told you all about? Well, I didn’t get it. Recovering from the disappointment and starting a new school semester has been difficult. In fact, I haven’t been blogging much lately because I’ve been both amazingly busy with the rush of students and I’ve been busy moping.
I’m not afraid to admit to you all that I cried when I found out that I lost the job to another applicant. I’m also not afraid to admit that I ate way too much and maybe drank a little too much that evening in the hopes that it would make me feel better. I didn’t feel better. I just felt bloated.
To cheer myself up on this rainy Monday morning, I made a quick list of things that I am happy about. I forced myself to write 20 items. It was difficult to write at first, because I love to be a pessimist. It’s just my nature of self-improvement, I suppose. But after the first couple of list items, it became much easier to think of things I am happy and thankful for. I have a wonderful life.
There will be more job opportunities in the future. In fact, I applied for one over the weekend. I can’t—I won’t let this get me down.
How do you fight disappointment in life? Let me know in the comments.
I was planning on writing a post today about our outing to the Great Dismal Swamp last weekend. It was beautiful and I took some pictures FROM A MOTORCYCLE AT 60 MPH! But instead, I feel the need to write about my first “ack” wedding experience. Judge me if you must.
As of this moment, I think I am going to wear this dress during our after-wedding party and buy another dress for our ceremony.
So, today I made an appointment to try on dresses. Le sigh. It wasn’t as I had hoped. I felt like I was judged on my budget over the phone. So before I am even at the salon, I’m judged. Am I overreacting? Maybe. Maybe the girl on the phone just had an annoying voice, or maybe she has no phone manners? Maybe, but…
The dress that I’m in love with online isn’t even available in their store or anywhere in NC until the fall. Ack.
I’m already nervous about my mom being judgmental about my dress budget. Ack.
I’m nervous about feeling fat and uncomfortable when trying on dresses. Ack. I’ve cried in a dressing room before. Ack. I’m sure most of you girls and maybe some dudes have too. Ack.
I can be a real Cathy sometimes. Rationally, I know this is a dumb thing to stress about. Really, it isn’t that bad. I haven’t even gone to the salon yet. Maybe I haven’t even seen THE DRESS. Maybe there is no such thing as THE DRESS. Maybe it is like Santa, he/the dress are real if you want to believe.
I just love fashion and I put a lot of importance on THE DRESS. I want to love it and feel amazing in it. ME.ME.ME.ME.ME.
The view from a block from my house.
Picture by muah!
I have to admit, I’m not always the most thankful person. I always want more. It’s the perfectionist in me. Or consumer, if you want to be political.
I want to live in a bigger city with more opportunities and exciting food. I want a better wardrobe. I want to travel. I want more free time. Want. Want. Want. Want. Want.
And although I think it is good to keep my eye on the prize and all those clichés, I also need to remember what I have. I live in a beautiful, historic town. I have a closet full of clothes. I’ve been all over the country. And I’m apparently making enough time to blog.
ANDDDDD something really exciting happened to me today. I won a grant! When I found out I literally skipped around the library. So that means I will be traveling to a conference in one of my favorite towns, Asheville, NC this weekend! I’m more excited and grateful than I have been in a long time.