There is a trend of coming up with “New Year’s resolutions”, and normally I think of a few (always lose weight), but this year, I’m doing things a little differently. Rarely do I actually stick to my resolutions, so I decided that if I modify them to be more broad and realistic, I might actually follow through.
Instead of just “losing weight” for the sake of it, I tried to get down to the root of WHY I want to lose weight. Sure, I want to fit into clothes from a few years ago, but now it’s more of a health issue. I’ve been eating (and drinking) way too much, and it shows. Walking upstairs is starting to become a workout when it hasn’t been before. So instead of “lose weight”, “get healthy” is my resolution. That means more clean eating and going out less, walking more, and being more aware of what I’m putting into my body.
The second resolution is also related to being more “green”, which is reduce my carbon footprint. I didn’t realize how much energy and resources I was using until I started paying utilities (ha). I’ve got a lot of handouts and notes from the past semester that I won’t need since I graduated (yay), so I have an incentive to recycle. I’m hand washing my dishes instead of running them all into the dish washer, since it doesn’t take too long.
What are some “resolutions” you’re making for the year? Or some changes for self-improvement?
After 7-ish years, I am FINALLY graduating with my Bachelor’s degree. It hasn’t quite hit me yet that I don’t have to worry about scheduling classes or studying for exams (unless I go to grad school, but that’s not happening for a while).
I’m very torn in how to feel about graduating and going off into “the real world”. I’ve been working since I was a teenager, but now I’ll be a full time employee. I can go home after work and do absolutely nothing. I’ll be making money for bills and student loan payments (ugh) but also to explore some hobbies.
I’ll miss seeing my college friends almost every day, and all of the social events I was able to enjoy. But, that won’t stop after graduation. It just means more effort will have to be exerted to stay in touch and get involved, but it’s worth it, right?
I’m excited and terrified to start this new journey ahead of me. It’s going to be difficult, but also enjoyable.Bring it on.
P.S. by Jerry Ann
I am so incredibly proud of this lady. She has fought through so much. I can’t wait to see what the future brings for her. Blessings.
This weekend while visiting Carmen, my feet tripped over themselves and I hit the pavement. Hard. First, nothing is broken. Second, I am fine. Bruised, scratched, and a little humiliated. The girls had on heels…I was the one in sneakers trying to help them steady themselves over the stupid pavement. So grateful that it wasn’t nothing worse.It happened early Saturday morning, and the above picture was the first night, still really swollen, and glasses scratched (badly). Wrists, elbows, shoulders, nose and mouth (no loose teeth either) are tender, but my left knee is in some pain. (The picture below is at home 36 hours later.)This picture is Sunday (about 30 hours later) at lunch (breakfast) at Louie’s in Baton Rouge (a must if you are in town). We eat there whenever we are there. Swelling is down, and starting to scab and heal. Bruising is darkening, and my joints are hurting.And, now I am home…another bath with Epsom salts…and spare glasses are working fine.
Spending the weekend with baby girl in Baton Rouge, taking pictures for her college graduation.
This a one of the shots outside of her sorority house. She has made some incredible friendships here, and I am truly grateful God took her here. She found a purpose, plan and is focused on the future. Looking forward to see what the future has in store.
No matter what we may plan though, Gods plan is the best plan. I have been blessed with this amazing young lady.
I’m moving from a five bedroom unit at my apartment complex to a one bedroom, and I’m so excited to have my own space and control over the cleanliness and silence. But before I get to the new unit, I have to pack up my stuff at my current one.
This makes me think of the part of the Incredibles where Helen is talking to Bob on the phone about unpacking and she says “why do we have so much junk?”. This line sums up my thought process during packing. Seriously considering donating half the stuff in my room (not really but it would make moving so much easier).
The big plus-side to all of this is that I’m not moving to a new state, or across town, so I don’t need to meticulously pack the breakables and all of that. My winter clothes and purses and soft things are literally in trash bags just so I can easily transport them.
I’ve also recruited some friends to help me move, because my family has to work or something lame like that. Since there’s no furniture involved, technically I could do it on my own because I’m #independent, but there is no way I can get my mini fridge from my upstairs room downstairs. And it would take me 12 hours to move, but with help it might take one.
When I think about moving in the middle of August in Louisiana, I sweat. But then I think of my how happy I’ll be once I’m in my one bedroom apartment, and the air conditioning it will have.
During what seems like ages ago, back in junior year of high school, I got tired of the yellow-beige color of my room that came with the house when we moved in. So I took the Tiffany box I had to Lowe’s, matched the color for wall paint, and bought the supplies I needed to paint my room. No one in the family would help, no matter how much my 17 year old self tried to convince them to (I’m sure that went professionally). It took a few months of moving furniture and sleeping on the couch, but I painted my room all by myself #grownup.
Fast forward to present day. Stephen is living in my room, and it’s actually kind of funny to see his gaming stuff and clothes in this Tiffany blue room. Well, he’s moving out again, and I was just starting to think of visits home in MY bed in MY room, NOT on the comfy air mattress (not sarcasm – it’s actually really soft), when Mom said that they’re painting it grey (excuse me?!) and putting my stuff in the attic (NO).
Mom already painted Stephen’s original room grey for the craft room. Help me keep my Tiffany box room alive, and stop Mom from painting the house grey. One room is just fine. The whole upstairs? No.
My parents want to make my room a guest room, but I’m their only guest…? Can’t I just take my economics class in peace this summer? I feel a flail coming along.
Disclaimer: I’m going to be okay with this. I don’t have to help my brother move out, and Mom said they’re moving my stuff in the attic. Didn’t say I had to do it. Or paint the room again. As long as I’m welcome to come home and my stuff isn’t on the lawn, I’m happy.