I've decided to take twelve hours this semester. Everyone thinks I should go back to only nine, but I'm ready to get out of dodge. So many women work, go to school and are fantastic mothers. Why can't I? I'm ready to become _________ (I'll let God fill in the blank). Whatever it is I am to be, I'm ready.
In my Positive Psychology course I have to make 3 goals and am graded by the effort given to achieve the goals. The categories are as follows:
*Physical Goal
*Relational Goal
*Whatever Goal
Today we presented them in class. I thought about mine and here they are:
*Physical Goal: I want a bikini body. By end of April I want to not only be able to wear a bikini, I want to rock that mofo! So...I got myself a workout buddy for twice a week and the other days it's Pilates at the house and walking the "hill of doom" in my neighborhood. God help me...God help my workout buddy...
*Relational Goal: I have kick ass kids. I should be more of a kick ass mom. So, dinner at the table with no TV once a week; 10 hours of volunteering at their school this semester; and the days that I have school then work I will call them each and have a 5 min conversation about their day. I'm going to be a better mom.
*Whatever Goal: This one is a doozy....all A's this semester. I'm doing it. That's right folks. All assignments on time, studying ahead for test, basic working my ass off. I'm a Senior...A SENIOR! Graduate school around the corner. I'm doing this. And I'm worried, but so excited.
You will also be glad to know (you three that read this thing...thanks mom) that I'm taking Writing for New Technologies. Which means I'll learn how to bedazzle this blog up. I'm a little over the white with red trim, I'm sure you are too (you loyal three).
And yes, I realize a blog or two down I said I wasn't making any plans. But, that's a load of crap and I'm a girl so I get to change my mind a lot. I've been so hurt this past year. What I've done is wrap myself up in that hurt like it was a blanket. Nothing else mattered except for that, and that's such a selfish way to live. I want to do better. I want to be better.
I have spark. I should use it.
Oh...I repotted the plant. So far, so good.
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