For the past 29 days I’ve been on a mission to start my second book. This one is a little different. I started my first book in the structured comfort of my masters program. There were hard deadlines, regular feedback, continuous movement forward. Having no thesis to work towards, no advisor to impress and/or tap … More (I Know This Much Is) True
I used to have grand ideas about my education. When I was a kid, my mom took me to see Notre Dame (South Bend…not Paris) and I was in love. The old buildings, the manicured lawns, the stadium, the latin, it all just oozed this idea that moguls, and leaders, and world dominance were born … More Grad. School.
I was in a bit of a state this morning. All weekend I was in a funk, if you will, and this morning I was in an effing state. To be fair…I listened to a lot of Nas this weekend which left me feeling a tad aggressive. We had one of those weekends. The kind where we didn’t have the … More If. I. Ruled. The. World.
These past few weeks have been the kind that leave a mark. I don’t necessarily mean that in a bad way, although a week ago when I was still “in” it, I would have argued that it would leave a mark that would haunt me for years to come. You see, in the past … More A. Different. Definition. Of. Success.
If you’re interested in knowing what I will be doing for the next 75 days…this is pretty much it (although somehow I doubt there will be Spanish subtitles running underneath me…the meat locker workouts, however, are totally part of my plan). I’m going to make this story short. Two girlfriends and I went to see … More Schoolin’. Life.
Yeah, yeah, I know I just said I was feeling so great and stress-free. That’s still the case but I’m having a day. I think I’m supposed to be doing more. More what, exactly? I don’t have any idea. I have fleeting thoughts, of course, grandiose ideas…but they pass and I’m still stuck feeling like … More More.
I have a rule about shots. I don’t do them. Ever. I am not a big drinker. In college? Yes. Yes indeed (we’ll go ahead and leave it at that). As a 37 year-old? Not so much. My husband doesn’t drink, and thus I rarely drink at home unless we’re hosting friends for dinner. From … More Eight. Shots. Later.