Assessment of Old Goals

June 20, 2009 · 0 comments

I finished installment #7 of Jim Butcher’s Dresden Files this evening.  And I don’t feel much like writing a whole lot.  One of those two sentences is a non sequitur.

Three novels left, and I should probably get back to nonfiction and living in reality when I’m done.

Speaking of:  tomorrow is Saturday, one of my two days off during the week.  And it’s supposed to rain.  Again.  Don’t get me wrong, I dig the rain.  But the rain makes it hard for me to get out of bed.  Which is probably just as well, because tomorrow is one of my two opportunities during the week to sleep in.  Man, I love sleeping in when the rain is going pitter-pat outside the window.

That said, I’ve got plenty of things that could sure use some doing.  As per usual, I’ve made a list of things to get done tomorrow – or Sunday.  Whichever, really.  I try not to think or stress too hard on the weekends:  I do that enough as an active rat-race participant.

So let’s dig up some old lists – the ones dealing with goals of a more long-term nature.  Back at the beginning of May, I put together a list of 3 self-nurturing things I intended to do for the next 30 days.  This was in The Oxygen Mask Analogy.  Those 3 things were: 

  1. Eat breakfast every day,
  2. Meditate for at least 5 minutes per day, and
  3. Do pushups.

Being that it’s now almost the end of June, and daily tasks attempted for 30 days in a row are supposed to become habits, I’ll look at these things over the course of the last couple of months:

In some form or another, I’ve eaten breakfast every day for the past couple of days. 

And that’s about it.  The meditation thing really didn’t happen, because my intention was a zazen sitting meditation.  I’m not going to count my usual sun-walking/driving/cleaning the apartment as meditation, because those are things I already do and the point of the exercise was to form new habits. 

I wasn’t too great about the pushups either.  I can’t do 50 pushups in a row right now.  I was going pretty strong for a bit – not every day, but close, for about 2 or 3 weeks.  Then, about 5 weeks ago, I started getting these awful headaches when my heart rate became elevated.  And pushups elevate my heart rate – go figure.  They were pretty bad.  They felt like an enormous hand was crushing my skull from the base, meanwhile digging fingers into the backs of my eyes.

I really wanted to go see a doctor about them, because they came on awfully fast – both in each individual instance of headache (each one took maybe 45 seconds to manifest; it was really weird to feel them coming on like that), and in an overall sense.  I’d never had headaches like these before and they started very abruptly.  It was kind of scary, because they were extremely painful and would continue through my sleep and into the next day.  And no major changes had occurred to my lifestyle – eating habits, etc.

I spent a couple of evenings concentrating on my cerebellum and medulla oblongata, sending healing energies their way, and have not had a recurrence since.  Like I said:  weird.  I definitely wanted to see a doctor, but just didn’t have time because that was right around when work got really busy for me.  I didn’t have time for the headaches either, so I ended them.  Pretty cool, huh?

A few days after The Oxygen Mask Analogy, I posted goals for the week in Monday Monday:

  • Wrangle a date (or a rejection) out of a certain girl,
  • Finish inputting my edits into Nicole’s novel and email the doc to her,
  • Find the bolt and wingnut I need to fix my roof rack and get out in my kayak (if the weather’s nice), and
  • At least start watching the Tai Chi DVD Scott loaned me (months ago)

There wasn’t much wrangling going on with the first – I just took a lack of reciprocal communication to mean rejection, and the second is still on my list for tomorrow.  Now that work’s not quite so hectic, I hope to get that one done in the next few weeks.  I found the bolt and wingnut – after many tries, I eventually just bought the damn part on the Thule website.  And, well, shit, maybe I’ll start that DVD tomorrow while I’m at the SBUX in Hoboken, putting together my blog post and hoping to meet chicks my age.

Note to self:  attempt to refrain from practicing Tai Chi while in said SBUX with said (possible) chicks present while wearing big headphones.  The fairer sex may interpret such actions as indications of insanity.

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