We are seven days into 2011, and I have not posted since right after Christmas.
All I can say is that I was on vacation.
School starts up again on Monday, and I am ready to resume life. Hence–the return of my favorite self-loving blog!
I’ve several things to cover so I shall have to dig right in:
1: 2011 Goals
I’ve always had a problem with the word “resolutions” especially when tacked onto “New Year’s”. Whenever the word resolution is used, I feel as though the person making the resolutions is determined no matter what life throws at them to accomplish a couple of things with no room for change, no room to deal with those pesky things called humanity and life. If those particular RESOLUTIONS are not kept up for an entire 365 days, then the resolution-maker is a failure and will probably lose trust in themselves, and in the entire point of making New Year’s Resolutions. I feel as though “goals” are much more user-friendly. They give a prize to aim toward, but are more than welcome to change, adjustment, and even deletion should they become no longer applicable. Also, if one does not meet a goal one can reevaluate, or keep trying. These, then, are my 2011 (New Year’s) Goals:
A) I’d like to be a size 10 by graduation. That’s only one size to lose, I think it ought to be more than doable.
A.a.) I’d like to be a maintained size 8 by next January. (Don’t freak out, I know what is healthy for my body shape.)
B) I know that this is not solely dependent on me, but I would quite like to go an a date some time this year. I’ve decided that I am ready to experience one. I don’t know that I want anything more than a date, but it is on my list.
C) I would like to, after graduation, move out of my parents house this year.
Those are my goals, and I think that they are all attainable.
I’ve been on an extended Christmas holiday this year (extended because I did not have to return early for RA re-training…as I quit that job last year). For the first time I have had a whole month off, and I’ve got to say it did not feel like it. Even with not doing all that much, I still felt like I did not have enough time for everything. It’s amazing how much time not doing anything requires.
I sewed a lot, making scarves and monogrammed hankies, and personalized gift bags, not to mention a special canvas tote, three sports bras, and a yoga mat bag.
Here is a photo of the latter:
You cannot really tell from the horrific snapshot but on the green ribbon drawstring there is white fringe, and there is also a pocket. In my Acting for Singers (Opera Scenes) class we will also be having Yoga for Singers sessions twice a week. I am already the most ridiculous bag lady on campus, so anything to free up a hand will be most welcome as I haul my school books, music books, laptop, choir binder, flute, gym clothes, and yoga mat around school. Don’t you love the fun, funky fabric that came out of a box belonging to my great-grandmother?
I’ve also been reading a lot. For my birthday my brother gave me the 13th Wheel of Time book, and as I have not read the series since high school I thought I would re-read it. I’ve just finished number 5, and I am waiting for the next one to come into the library before the later ones are overdue.
At the beginning of break I watched a lot of Smallville, trying to catch up. I hit a road bump at Season 8 episode four, because Season 8 has not come into the library yet and all the links I could find to that episode online were broken. I am at a halt until I can find season 8. So, naturally, I switched over to re-watching Angel while I sew as I own all of that.
I also went to a movie by myself for the first time. It was a great experience, and I hope to do it again in the future.
Movies I strongly recommend from break:
*I’ve come to the most horrid, disgusting, repugnant, shameful, sick realization that I’ve started to like Country Western and Country Pop music. Ugh. I guess it had to happen at some point. I will NEVER like country hick music however. You know of what I speak.
Shortly after my last Healthy Me post, I was lost to Holiday overindulgence. I ate cookies and brownies and a little pie and turkey and drank soda and cocoa and heavens knows what else and the end result is that while I have not gained any weight back (thank heavens) I am looking a tad more pudgy, my skin is a wreck, and I now have some intense sugar cravings which I had mastered for a time. Oh well, I forgive myself, and I will return to making better choices shortly. (I am still impressed that my bad choices this year with regard to food are still only a tiny percentage to what I may have consumed in previous years. Which is, in itself, a frightening thought.)
I didn’t practice my instruments one bit. I exercised a little. I completely upset my sleep cycle by reading til 3am every night and not waking until 9 or 10, or even a few days 11:30 and once 12. All in all, it was a successful break and I am quite anxious to return to real life and finish up my final undergraduate semester.
How insane is that?
In a few short months (and they seem to get shorter and shorter as they go) I will be an honest-to-god college graduate with a sh*t-ton of debt and vague notions about what to do with the “rest of my life”.
Ah well, here goes…
I would like to leave you with some words that one of my favorite authors apparently posts on his blog every three years or so. This is exactly what I wish for myself, and for all of you. :
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
one stuffed Emilie