I am off for the week and this time legitimately as most people are iced-in in this city; and precipitation and freezing temperatures continue to be predicted throughout the weekend. My goal is to get my car up and running tomorrow although the likelihood that my complex will have done anything to make the roads manageable is quite nill. For the last several days I have heard nothing but wheels spinning on ice and people getting nowhere. Including now as I write this. I have no pictures to add to today as I've been home, doing work, and taking the time to relax because trust me, next week will be CRAZY at work. I am going a bit stir crazy as I have been in the house since Sunday night and looks like I will be here for a while but we'll see if I can get out and about tomorrow.
Being stuck in my house does not do much for my mental state as one can imagine so here I am going over all of my flaws which people assure me only I can see. I suppose so. I am basically quite close to my mid30's, depending on what number constitutes that age, that's where I am, and oftentimes I can feel lost and just overall like I just float through life. I'm equally humble and prideful. I am equally composed and yet raging. I've been talking about releasing my book for quite sometime and so I will just shut up and do it because really if I'm not writing and being creative, I feel like I am not really doing much of anything. Of course this is irrational, as I know that in some small ways, I have touched my students' lives.
OKay... so I've gone from blogging about weight loss to doing more introspection. But is it really a digression? Isn't the weight loss, the journey of it, the trying to always be so damn positive about myself, and life, and others, isn't it all a part of me? And yes, there are bumps along the road where I face disappointment of myself, from others, but there are also triumphs. Sometimes simultaneously. And I am at the point where I care and don't care what people think. Well, okay I care but I can't in the moment care sometimes because most of the time, 99.9% of the time, I care about my appearance, about being professional, about not acting a damn fool, but sometimes all the rage boils over and there I am in my BCBG and glittering gold...
