I shoulda gone to the gym this morning. Instead I chose to sleep. Last night was super duper fun. That’s right–super duper! We ate. We drank. We played cards. I won.
The restaurant we went to last night was called Eclipse di Luna. Great for tapas.
I feel like these freewrites are a broken record, but as I was lying in bed this morning, I was thinking of all the things I could do to spice up my life. Go back to school. Become an academic. Join the Peace Corps. Get serious about writing (and not just blogging about writing–that’s lame). I have these ideas/thoughts in the morning and then I get on with my day and give them up.
I need a plan. A deadline. I need to say that by X date I’m going to research all my options and make a decision.
On another (broken record) note… I once again realized how much cooler other people are than I am. I wish I had known about the world of academia earlier ‘cuz I think I totally would have been good at it. And maybe I still can. I just don’t know what I’d want to study.
I chose my undergrad major while flipping through a college catalog in the bathroom. Sexy, huh? Maybe I should just get a dartboard or something and choose my PhD program that way.
I need to conquer my fears. When people are afraid of heights they make them go skydiving or something. My fear is failure. In order to conquer the fear, do I need to fail first? Hmmm…. or as L would say “Hrmph…”