December 7th, 11:59 | short-lived gym membership
I am loving this creativity kick I've been on since the 'Wrimo ended (and I won; did I mention that I won?). I don't know what happened, but it's like all the idea-churning, all that forced creation of November was creating pent-up ideas for all the non-novelling areas of my life (of which there are many, as I am a craftsy wannabe), and now they're all just overflowing everywhere. It is awesome. I haven't felt so inspired to Do Stuff in forever.
Naturally, however, this newfound spirit of Go! does not apply to my blogging. No, no. For here, I contain myself to half-assedly wrapping up the year doing that oh-so-reliable "first sentence of the first post of each month" thing so popular among bloggerly slackers everywhere.
And there you have it. It's pretty apparent that the beginning of the year was none too smooth for yours truly, but things seemed to pick up over the summer and have really been on a general kind of upswing since then. I'm quite happy about it all really, and am hoping, in a not particularly quiet fashion, that this trend holds on, at least till Chinese new year. I don't know why that extra 3 weeks would make a difference, but, you know.
In the interest of honesty, I feel the need to document that after a little research, and a lot of pressuring by their salesperson, I signed up for membership at (I think) Canada's largest chain of gyms. A week later, I cancelled it. (This caused me far more mental grief than I even want to admit.) The weird part is, despite the disgruntled salesman's disparaging remarks (breezily: "It's too bad; I really wanted to help you with your fitness goals. I guess I hope you find some other way of reaching them...") I totally believe that I have a better chance of achieving what I want outside of Goodlife's scary poster-plastered walls.
I am not a gym person; the thought of going in there, even if it's just to take one of those classes (which were a big selling point for me) fills me with dread. I hate crowds, and I'm reluctant even to do the "gym buddy" thing because going somewhere to sweat and strain and work hard at changing your body? Is not something I want to do in the company of others, much less anyone I know. (All you people who talk about how good it is for your motivation to have a buddy? Maybe. Not me.)
But I do go on my own. I love our building's tiny usually-empty gym. I love dance classes, and ultimate, and paddling, skating, anything that's fun. So I'm not worried that I won't get there, that not having that laminated yellow card will doom me to failure in terms of my own goals. Now, not only am I free to do things the fun way, but I am also armed with that precious motivational friend of mine: spite. So take that, you free-weights-disdaining neo-hippie.
Ahem. In other, slightly more constructive news, it is the time of year during which I tack on ridiculous goals for myself for the next year. Aside from the fitness ones (which range from reasonable to ludicrous), I've actually only got two so far for next year. I feel I should be making some "career"-centric ones but, as usual, I don't really know how. Something to talk with my parents about over Christmas, I suppose.
Anyhow, goals thus far:
Other than that, things are fairly stable here; quiet, white, easing into cold. Thoughts from the rest of the world?
Last book read:
Last we checked,
++ "recent" ++
Wednesday, January 21st, 2009
Photos (200): 130
Kitty Photos (30): 40
Scrapbook (20): 1
Books (just for fun): 16