Three days left for 2013. I’m one book short of my reading challenge. I have bookmarks in, like, 6-7 books though. Ha ha, not all of that is going to get finished, and I don’t want to take the bookmarks out. I’ll just subract them from next year’s reading challenge when I DO finish them.
I have a 12-15 page paper due when I return to classes in February that I really, really need to get started on. Not to mention a presentation due the second week I’m back.
I’m still working, although I hate working and being in school at the same time. It’s hard, and my writing and reading has suffered for it.
The first six months of this year were employed by taking care of the animals, reading, and general job-hunting, and the closest thing to an existential crisis I can have.
Come July, things started looking up. I got a job. I know since I’ve started working, I’ve bought over 100 books. Over 100 books in six months. Feeding an addiction is tough, man.
I started school in August, and turned 21. I’ve gambled and drank. I’ve settled back into college life as well as I can manage. I guess I’m happy where I am now. As happy as can be expected. I’ve written and read a little something-something.
My New Year’s Resolutions are
1, and most important: Keep track of just how many books I buy & how much I spend in a calendar year. Meaning, come January 1st, I shall start keeping a log, just for the fun of it. Because I’m curious about my strange addiction to buying books.
2, and also important: Quit procrastinating. But I’m waiting till after the first to do this. I’m putting off putting off.
3, and very, very important too: Find a church or ministry to get plugged in with so that I may tithe. I’ve tithed here and there, but not much, and it’s not as if I can’t afford to tithe. I shouldn’t be able to afford not to. So, I shall find a church, or a ministry that needs funds.
4, not so important, but here you are anyway: To read more classic books, and less romance. It’s not that important, and I’m not ashamed of my love for all things historical romance. However, I’ve only read a handfull of classics, and that’s sad for a self-proclaimed bookworm. At the same time, while I know other kids had an understanding far surperior to mine as it is now, I’m kind of glad I put off reading the classics till adulthood. New adulthood, at any rate. See here.
5, again not important: to lose weight, get healthy, and, oh my gosh. Thank you for laughing, because that’s a big fat joke. Pun intended.
Digressing Rant: Seriously, why wait until the New Year for that? Because you wish to indulge during the holidays? Do it. Doesn’t matter. To my mind, it’s all about your breaking point. When you really want to make that change, really, you will do it. If it’s important, you make time. If not, you make an excuse. Going on with the cliches, when you hit rock bottom, there’s nowhere to go but up. Maybe when I’m morbidly obese. Maybe when I feel the need to attract a husband, or just one date before I get myself to a nunnery. I don’t have a reason to want it badly enough, not right now. I want it, yes, but not that bad. Not as bad as I need to support my book habit. Not as bad as I like ice cream. Maybe someday. But not today. A healthy choice here and there spaced out between months at a time is still good. For now. I haven’t gone up a pants size this year, but I haven’t lost one either. Oh well. Okay, rant over.
6, again, not as important: to read and write more. Obviously I have my good and bad days, but I try to do this all the time anyway. I mark my calendar and everything now. I didn’t do as well as I would have liked between work and school the past six months, but I’m learning. Regardless of whether it’s a NYR or not, it’ll always be something to strive for.
So, my year’s been full of ups and downs. It’s been a lot of growing up. It’s been working. It’s been getting a car, and having to pay bills. It’s going into debt because I took out a student loan. It’s been reading a lot and writing a lot. It’s been emotional trauma between the Dresden Files and the Valisar trilogy. It’s been realizing things about myself I don’t like and things I can live with. It’s been twists of heaven and hell into that complicated thing we call life.
Bring it, 2014. I’m ready as I’ll ever be.