I woke up with a headache. I took some excedrin migraine and it seems to be falling back a little. Too much worry over unnamed and named things. I don't think there is anything on the horizon that is horrendous and unmanageable but unless I am completely on top of everything I do worry. I read a "health" article yesterday by a woman who is naturally fearful and the horrible part is that she described very similar worries. And discovered that it is, in great part, a genetic predisposition. Enhanced (aggravated) by low self-esteem or other things. Hard to change. Yet I have changed a lot, from being essentially a pessimist to essentially an optimist. Maybe I can do this too. It is probably the biggest barrier to my getting things done - worrying about getting them done!
Almost a day off today. I am attending a retirement conference in Morro Bay, then filing for the nonprofit mailing permit, and registering for master chorale. Maybe I'll find another class, too. I am trying to catch up with foundation stuff, have written a draft for the upcoming event, have been adding to the mailing list and the email list. We seem to have more people on the email list than the snail mail list. Which is great, I think. The headache is almost gone.
I met my few goals for today. The outside ones, anyway. I went to the retirement conference, then had lunch at the Nibble Nook (my headache was gnawing at me; salads always seem like the right thing then), off to Cuesta. I had to get a signature from the music dept because I was registering late, but I managed to get the job done. Then to the post office, where I was sent around back to the bulk mail place. The guy there looked at the form like he'd never seen one before but figured out what to do with it. So, with a little nagging doubt, I think I have done the right thing. I mean, I think it will go through all right. And now home. A LifeTime movie! Then trading spaces! What could be more fun??
I did no. 79 tonight. The "strength" cross trainer video. I think it's for advanced persons. Each time I do it I feel I can do it a little better but there are some moves that escape me. It's long, 60 minutes, and i am not used to going an hour. But I could get used to it, I am sure. I know it feels good to have gotten through this and I did enjoy it. Even when I was really pushing it. Maybe especially then.
Oh yeah, now I am using little emoticons, sort of...