Tag Archives: Plans


25 Sep

Much is happening these days, and inspiration hasn’t struck. Though Mr. Wonka and Mr. Edison were correct in the idea that genius is only 1% inspiration, the 99% perspiration part hasn’t struck, either. However, I refuse to let you down, loyal readers.

I spent the afternoon at Ikea with my roommate, and we spent quite a long time in the kitchen section, dreaming about a possible future house where we have lots of money and can afford one of these fancy-pants kitchens. I’m a giant nerd, I love flipping through Southern Living and Real Simple, making plans for a far off dream. Some people make fun of me; but I just smile and ignore them. How can I know what I want out of life without looking at all the choices?

Tomorrow I have a coffee/business meeting with a representative of the Chamblee Farmers Market (you can find them here). They are looking for someone to join their marketing team, to write various articles for the newsletter and for other local publications. I’m excited, not only for the opportunity to write things professionally again but also for the byline and experience. This is a big thing for me.

Finally, I got up early yesterday morning and went for a nice mile and a half power walk. My legs are sore today, but it’s a good sore. If I can keep getting up early, this might be the start of something very, very good. Running the Peachtree Road Race is on my list of things to do before I die, and I hope to realize that goal in the next two years.

That’s all for this week, folks. I’m loving this blog, it’s become a dear part of me and my week, and I will be sad when a year is up. But I’m certainly glad you are here to share this with me. Thanks for sticking with it and reading. Love!


19 Aug

It has recently come to my attention that everyone around me is making goals. From Weight Watchers meetings (where they encourage it) to senior classrooms across the state (where they encourage it even more), it seems the average Atlantan’s life isn’t complete or even fully realized until one has some semblance of a goal, or even a far fetched plan or half-baked idea.

And really, what would our lives be without goals? That’s what got me through my college days and years, the goal of graduating and being finished with school and having a real life and that illustrious Bachelor of Arts degree. That giant diploma, the ability to jump headlong into any situation and wave people back, proclaiming in a loud voice that yes, I can handle this, I am a college graduate!

That day came and went, and I was left in the middle of the war zone that is the economy. Being an English major, I was never guaranteed a job upon graduation, and I knew and expected this. But being an English major and graduating into one of the worst economies in memory was enough to throw anyone into upheaval. I was lost without my goals. I was wandering, aimlessly, in the wilderness, trying to navigate and not doing a very good job at all.

Eventually, things settled down. My wide and varied list of goals has narrowed to something I believe is achievable. I remind myself of this list daily, and I know that one day, one way or another, I will achieve my goals. I read somewhere, recently, that you should write down a list of things you want to achieve. Read it aloud every morning and every night, and, by the power of positive thinking, at the end of six months you will have what is on your list.

I don’t know about that; I’m not really one to buy into all this new age positive thinking stuff. But they’re written down. I can see them, both literally and in my mind. The path is getting clearer every day. I finally have something to work toward, and that fact is what helps me rest easy at night.


28 Jul

It’s Wednesday morning, and I’ve been up and awake since 7:15am. There were plans of an oil change, doctor visits, a sort of rushy morning. However, there were leftovers from the paving project last night on my street, and they were blocking me into my driveway. Literally, a giant flatbed, sent to pick up and take away all the fancy paving equipment, blocking me into my abode.


Instead of running errands and doing boring things, I’ve found myself taking it slow, sitting with my coffee, watching the sun come up over the neighborhood. I’m on my third cup, the cat and dog have been fed, I don’t have anything to do until about 11am. The air conditioning has been on all night, and the house is the perfect kind of coolness, and I’m falling back in love with my house, with my neighborhood, with everything that’s in between these four walls, with everything that is going to happen in the coming months. It’s amazing the simple, unexpected things that make a day special.