Tired

Ok, ok, ok. Sorry for the extreme lack of postage. . . Heh, I was trying to be cute by inventing a word, but instead came up with one that already exists. . . I'm still having a bit of a hard time finding a place to post in my new setting. I like to be alone while I'm posting (or doing any sort of writing, for that matter), but the only Internet access in the house is in the one room that always has someone in it. We're working on alternatives, so hopefully things will get settled soon. For now, I'll probably start working on these posts offline and then just end up cutting and pasting them into the blog. . . Another factor in my no-post haste has been that I've been so tired lately. Adjusting to a new place is tiring. Looking for a job is tiring. Exercising is tiring. Spending a lot of time around kids (no matter how cute and lovable) is tiring. On top of all these factors, yesterday I went and got a preventive medicine for my headaches that promises to make me drowsy for the next week or two while I adjust to it. . . So, by the end of the day, I just don't feel like posting. . . Excuses. Excuses. Excuses. The procrastinator's best friend. . .

As far as what I've been doing: I've gotten to spend a lot of time with my niece and nephew. I've actually babysat them several times in the week that I've been at my new location. Which is good because it makes me feel like I'm at least contributing a little to the household. I've been running on a nearly daily basis. I'm still struggling to adjust to running outside. I tend to start at a pace that's way more than I can handle for any distance, and the hills are killing me. Several people have suggested that I try running in some of the 5ks that happen virtually every weekend in the area, and I'm hoping that maybe within a month I'll be in shape to do that. . . With the kids always underfoot, I haven't had as much of a chance to do much of my Yoga video. Plus, I'm too tall for the house and tend to bump my hands against the ceiling for some of the upward reaching poses. However, I did take down the phone number of a yoga/tai chi school just down the road, and am going to look into taking classes there. I figure that might be a good way to start meeting some people too. I've also taken down the number for one of the nearby martial arts schools. It seems that the only options specifically in this town are taekwondo, tang soo do, and combat hapkido, but there are many other options in the surrounding cities. The only style of the three that I'm interested in is hapkido, but I'm not familiar with combat hapkido, which is a modernized/"practical" version of the traditional style. In my experience, when a self-defense style is deemed "practical," it's often a brawling kind of style that tends to emphasise the physical and to overlook the mental and spiritual aspects of the martial arts (focusing on the martial and not the art, if you will). So I have some reservations going into it, but I figure it's at least worth a quick look. They offer a free first lesson, so. . . I've applied to several crap jobs around the area. I'm probably most excited with the prospect of working at a book store. Actually, having an employee discount at a book store might be a bad thing for someone like me. I have a bit of a problem when it comes to books: I like to buy them. I have boxes full of books yet to be read because I have such a hard time resisting a good book when I find it. . . In a couple of weeks, there is going to be a freelance writer's convention at the local community college. Writers from around the state will gather, and there will be lectures on all sorts of topics and plenty of opportunities to network and chat with people who have experience in what I want to do with my life. So I WILL be going to that. It should also be a good place to meet people from the area with interests similar to mine. . .

That's enough for now. I know that my recent posts make it seem like I'm completely depressed on every day, but that isn't really accurate. I have as many (if not more) good days as I have bad and quite a few neutral days crammed in between. For some reason, I've only been posting on the bad days though. From here on out, I'm going to share more of the good days with you folks than I have been recently. Actually, I'm hoping to get back to sharing every day with you folks. But if I don't, I'll at least get in more of the good.

I'm grateful for Dr. Seuss's Oh, the Places You'll Go (20).

The Waiting Place. . .
. . .for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That's not for you!