For all the times I have given myself crap in the past about not blogging very often, this one takes the cake. It didn't even occur to me until today that it has been 2.5 years exactly since I last wrote. Life has changed drastically, in both fortunate and unfortunate ways. While I have successfully held a job that I love, I will soon have to find another one (due to circumstances beyond my control). I have continued to live with migraines, however, they have improved at times since I started receiving Botox and started working from home. After a year of surgeries (to remove kidney stones and have my gallbladder removed), things have finally settled down health wise, except for the fact that I currently have been sick (possibly with Strep Throat) for the last few days. But all in all, I can't complain.
As far as reading goes (since that was one of the original reasons that I started writing this blog), I have been doing an abysmal job. I am still behind on magazines (totally not a surprise, I know), and have not read any books as of late. One the plus side, I finally got some of my books organized onto a bookshelf that my Step-Father built me last Christmas, so I don't have so many Barnes & Noble bags full of books next to my bedside table. I am desperately trying to find that urge to read like I used to, but I seem to occupy my time with watching television or falling asleep. I did, however, ask for a couple of books for Christmas from FFF's (yes, Fierce Football Fan and I are still together) Mom. I have read so many reviews of new books that have come out that I am looking forward to reading and considering my goal is to read 30 books that I have never read before I turn 30 (I have just over 6 months), this is the perfect time to take advantage of that.
I don't know that I will be making any resolutions or goals for the next year - at least not the way that I used to. I went back and read what I have previously written in this blog (which was quite a revelation in itself considering how much I have changed) and I found that I give myself so many things to try and accomplish all at once. This is probably because I have all these ideas of grandeur. I've learned that doing that to myself is just asking for failure so I have to find another way to accomplish my goals, simply one or two at a time.
As I read through everything that I wrote so long ago, I realize how much I have changed. I used to be so optimistic and hopeful. I have found that I am more pragmatic and realistic these days than optimistic about things. It's not necessarily that I have changed fundamentally, but life takes a toll and has a way of changing our opinions in life. I've given up, at least for the moment, on trying to figure out why I feel the way I feel, and why life throws so many curve balls. I think I'll just bury my mind in a book instead.
1 year ago