And with it, comes the realization that:
1) I don’t have a life.
2) I think I really need to start working out on a regular basis.
3) It pains me to say that.
Today I spent 3.5 hours finishing up paperwork at work. While it feels good to have things to scratch off the to-do list, I can’t help but think that days off could be spent more wisely.
Like watching things on Netflix. And eating chips. You know?
I did some grocery shopping and I’m hoping that it’ll last me until my next paycheck. The goal here is to be smarter. Frugal, if necessary. But in general, just smarter. Do I really need coffee from Starbucks everyday? No. Did I buy some this morning? Yes.
And while I was waiting for buses and trains (a total of an hour or more), I began to think that maybe I was a happier, less stressed person when I was working out on a regular basis. Lord knows it did absolutely nothing for my figure – my penchant for sugar and carbs took care of that – but I think it might have done something for my mind. If I had angries, I’d punch it out. If I was ruminating over something, I’d try to mull it over during a run.
Now all I have are sad, sad songs on the Fiona Apple Pandora station, the kind that make me recall my 16-year-old angsty self.
Time to get back in it. But I need to build up the finances first, and get things situated at work. I guess that means I have a solid month to get my shit back together. (THE PLOT THICKENS…)
Have a good night, everyone.