Set the bar higher

I think I’ve settled for mediocrity. As much as I like structure and routine, I haven’t set many goals for myself lately. My standards seem to be substandard. This isn’t really acceptable. I’ve come a long way from who I was, but I still have a long way to go.

I’ve become too negative at work. “The atmosphere sucks.” Whatever hardships or trials I face while dealing with what I consider to be lunacy are what they are, but my perception can always change. I need to look more for those rays of sunshine. If I change my outlook in a positive, upbeat manner the situation will change.

I haven’t been mediating regularly. I forget how important it is. It’s like why spend 20 minutes zoning out when I could be playing with the cats? I know darn well that I benefited from it in the past. The kids are back in school. I have mornings and the house to myself. It’s time to start meditating on a daily basis.

Recycling. I miss the environmentally friendly atmosphere of New England. Where I currently reside the city picks up my trash weekly. There is no secondary pick up for recyclables. I try to reduce and reuse as much as possible, but it’s undeniable… I’m making a bigger carbon foot print then before. Time to do some research and see if there’s a recycling center within decent driving distance. If not, maybe I should get involved with the community and try to create a program. I need to find a better solution to dispose of my household’s waste. I’m not treating my planet as kindly as I’d like to think otherwise.

I’ve already begun trying to lose about 10 pounds. My real goal is to fit into my old pants. I’m going to be honest and a little mature for a moment however. Never before now have I had decent sized breasts and cleavage. It’s the one thing I’ve enjoyed about gaining a little weight. Before I couldn’t even fill out a training bra, but now? Haha. I’m blushing. What I really want is a happy medium. I don’t want to be self conscious about my waist line. I don’t want to wear looser shirts so I won’t see my gut. I’ll lose just enough weight to enjoy my shape (tummy and chest). I already know how many calories I need to eat a day if I want to make a dent and so far, I’ve been sticking to my limit.

In other news we had a huge thunderstorm tonight. I think lightening hit a tree in the back yard. In the morning when I go out to feed the ferals I’ll look to see if there is any damage.

We started planning our Samhain festivities. I’m so in love with the fact that fall is upon us. I haven’t decided yet if I will get myself a costume, but I’m thinking if I do – I want to be Jack The Skeleton King.

3 thoughts on “Set the bar higher”

  1. Goddess, your Samhain festival is like our Halloween sort of, right? I have another friend who is pagan and that’s where I learned the term Samhain. Oh, I want to tell you, I am so GLAD to see larger print on here. I am a little visually challenged and you picked a font size I could read without effort. Such a relief! Hugs to you.

  2. The larger print is actually for you. I’ve been trying to remind myself to change my font size before I publish. I remembered you had said something in the past that it’s easier on your eyes. In the future I’ll continue to make size a little bigger. In hindsight, I think it’s also helping my dyslexia. I’ve noticed I can spot my type’s easier.

    Yes Sahaim is Halloween. It’s basically the pagan version of New Years because it is at the end of the growing seasons. Also spiritually it is said that the veil between the planes is at its thinnest so in addition to preparing for the next year it is good to give thanks and remembrance to our ancestors.

  3. I didn’t know all that about Sahaim. (not sure which spelling is correct). I like connecting it with Thanksgiving more than Halloween. Halloween is my least favorite holiday. Of course my boys love it! I get to have them this afternoon—-first time in days. I miss them so much! I will have to tell you more about them some time. They are special needs and they are priceless.

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