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January 15, 2008
I hate you Boneless, Skinless Chicken Breast
I've discovered it is really hard to live today the way you envision yourself tomorrow. You can turn chickenshit into boneless, skinless chicken salad in only so many ways after all.
So the me of tomorrow has a Masters Degree, has returned to my pre-pregnancy skinny bitchdom, writes frequently, jogs occasionally and knits. A lot.
I'm working toward these goals slowly. There is no magic pill or miracle cure. The answer is as simple as it seems, but rarely easy. I've posted a photo of my High Tech useless and unused contraction counter Thesis Task Master (See? I recycle).
Thirty minutes a day, on most days. And I try not to be too hard on myself if I mess up. I just do my best to hoist myself up by my own bootstraps and try again.
A Programming Note
The importance of writing really struck me after I lost my Dad in September, mainly because he always wanted to write and didn't. So I'm trying to write about the things that I've experienced. And it's not all pretty. In light of that, my next post will be a dark and sad one. If that's not your thing I'll provide a link to Project Runway Canada on you tube, Please enjoy with my compliments. This will be a new level of personal revelation for me and it's not really a comfortable place right now, but I'm working on it.
Posted by Michelle at January 15, 2008 08:30 AM
Comments
One of the strangest things for me when we cleaned out my mom's place was the near complete lack of writing. Going through all her papers, all I found were a couple lines briefly outlining a really derivative thinly disguised autobiographical 'thriller' type plot in the middle of a page of class notes from when she was getting her masters in Marriage and Family Therapy. That was it. Odd since she had shelves of books on writing and was a member of a network of women writers for many years and had gone to seminars. It just seemed impossible.
So I guess I'm saying, yeah, don't wait. If you want to write, for yourself, for whomever, go for it. I don't know that I'd publish it to a public blog though, but then, look at me leaving what I consider to be very personal experiences in your comments. ::shoulder shrug::
Posted by: Wendy at January 15, 2008 12:05 PM