Let’s just take a moment to appreciate the fact that it’s a Friday night at 9:30 p.m. and I’m home, drinking wine in bed, typing a blog post. Some people call that pathetic or boring, but I call it happiness. I am so freaking content right now. Let me be people. Sorry that I’m not a typical 21 year old, out partying, blowing all my money, and getting wasted. Sorry that I would rather be in the comfort of my own bed with no pants or makeup on and my $10 jug (yes, I mean jug; it’s huge) of Cabernet. If this post is all over the place, bear with me. I’ve got a lot on my mind.
Yesterday rocked my socks off. Literally. A 7-month old pulled my socks off. I babysat for two new families and in turn fell in love with 3 new children. Total, I was with the kiddies for 10 hours. Whew! Then Luke and I went out for a super nice dinner, where I ordered like a 5 year old and got minestrone soup and Caesar salad, light on the dressing. But I did get a significant amount of wine, which made me seem a bit more my age. Luke wasn’t any better. He gets penne with meat sauce anywhere we go. Oh well. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
Last week I challenged ya’ll to read a classic book. I got Wuthering Heights on my kindle, got through approximately 26% of it (my kindle said), and shut it down. I can’t stand it. I just cannot get into it. Oh well. I tried. That’s all I have to say on that. Anyone have more success than me?
We’re going big this week.
49. Conquer a fear.
Here’s a list of my biggest fears:
- throwing up
- police officers
- someone breaking into my house
- a child I babysit choking
- my wallet being stolen, more importantly my planner being stolen
- locking myself out of my car
- flying in airplanes
- butterflies (don’t laugh, they’re creepy as hell)
My goal this week has nothing to do with any of them. My goal is to run 6 miles without stopping. I know, I know. To most of you that’s nothing, but it’s huge for me. I am more than capable of doing it, but I always second guess myself and tell myself I need a walking break or to hop on the sides to get a drink of water. All I want is me and the treadmill (my only choice right now ) and 6 miles. The end. I need to prove to myself that I can do it. I’m hoping to bust this out on Sunday. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
I have a pretty big post coming tomorrow if I can be balls-y enough to post it. Stay tuned friends.
Any big goals for this week? Are you going to conquer a fear?