Write! Just fucking write, goddammit!
Well, ok then, inner monolog! Today’s as good a day as any. I’ve already done something else I have almost never done in my life: work out. So why not add writing to my list of absolutely mind-boggling things I’ve accomplished in 24 hours?
I realize that for most of you, this is nothing to be proud of. Taking care of yourself is probably routine; using your time constructively and for the betterment of your health (physical or mental) comes natually to you. But me? I’m a chainsmoking, depressed faggot going though a mid-life crisis.
Because of said horrible state of… well… “being,” I’m trying my fucking hardest to do four things for at least 30 minutes each, per day, every day:
- Read a book
- Work out
- Meditate on Tarot cards
- W R I T E
The book I’ve chosen to start with is Manhunt by Gretchen Felker-Martin. I’ve started and stopped and started again several times, which is not to say I don’t like it. It’s just I probably have ADHD or something. I’m getting to part two of the novel now, and I’m definitely gonna finish this time!
As for the working out: I have a workout bench and adjustable dumbells that can connect with a bar in the middle that I bought over two years ago. Yay for finally getting off my lazy ass and using them! I like the setup and don’t feel the need to get any more equipment anytime soon.
So now it’s writing and then mediating on the Tarot before I fall asleep. I already feel a little better about myself after accomplishing what I have today. I feel like I’ve set some reasonable goals that I can stick to. Fingers crossed!