Sunday, June 13, 2010

If You'll Just Fill This Out In Triplicate

A month or so ago I made a semi-conscious decision to start writing more. Upon reading The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin, I wanted to reflect on my day-to-day state, and to see if keeping a journal would make me any likelier to focus on the positive. I haven't noticed any increase in positive feelings so far, but I have noticed that I'm more aware of expressing negative ones. Oh, I'm no Pollyanna, but I'm starting to choose my words more carefully in some settings, and phrase things the way I'd like to actually feel them.

This is mostly applicable to work, as one might imagine. It's been a challenge - summer is always busy, and with the database conversion and our abrupt loss of a staffperson we're all tense and unable to get everything done. My biggest problem is that, like a senior in her last semester of high school, I'm beginning to lose interest. I know I'm moving on. I know the new systems and projects won't benefit me. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and it's making me lazy.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Whatta world

It's Sunday - and so far a lovely mixture of lazy and productive. I've just finished my laundry and I'm uploading photos on Shutterfly while I wait for carpet cleaner to dry so I can vacuum. I awoke very disoriented this morning, thinking for some reason that I'd slept very late when in fact it was only about 8:15. I contemplated going back to sleep, since I didn't go to bed until about 2:30 in the morning, but decided it would be much better to read and have my breakfast and coffee in bed. I ate lots of cereal and drank three cups of java while I dove into The Redbreast, a novel by Jo Nesbo that I picked up after Marisa reviewed it on Word Herd Leader. She's become my go-to source for reading material, which is quite handy. I haven't got very far in the story yet, but I'm enjoying the Norwegian McNultyesque Harry Hole and the flashbacks to WWII. It does make me realize, however, just how ignorant I am about history, and I may have to pick up some nonfiction WWII reading after this.