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And the edits begin. It’s not as thick as most books as my first drafts are often in need of much description. But here’s the full novel, [Title Forthcoming]
Brought little brown dog’s orthopedic pillow to the office. You can see how much she likes it.
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While several things in my house need sleeve-rolling up, 45/15 work, I really just need to change my habits. And I think I’ve actually changed one!
I hate doing dishes at night. After the day of writing, recording, parenting, and cooking, once dinner is over, I’m done. I’ll read to the Pink Tornado, but otherwise I’m done with responsibilities. So I always wake up to dishes.
The throwaway comment I made earlier this week, “I realized I can unload and load the dishwasher in the time it takes my coffee to brew” was truly an epiphany. I have started my day with a clean kitchen and humming dishwasher every day this week. Today I even cleaned the glass top stove! (Lordy that was nasty.)
So again, no pictures, but something more important to me; the habits are changing, slowly. I am cleaning the kitchen first thing in the morning in the time I usually spent fucking around on my Kindle or phone while I waited for coffee to brew. One chore that used to weigh on me is now effortlessly done with this little 10 minute window I discovered.
Success!
(I use a french press, so there’s the time the water needs to boil, THEN I pour it in for the coffee to steep for 4 minutes. Admittedly my coffee takes longer than most.)
Next habit to change- after the dishwasher is started, get writing done, dammit.
Ghad today was a down day. Needy, mopey, no confidence AT all. I did a bit of unfucking - the most amsuing thing was realizing the child prefers Asian soups to anything American (except for fish chowder which she loves.) Unfucked email, did dishes, nearly finished laundry, had friends over for tabletop games. but overall felt like crap.
Better tomorrow.
I have been unfucking like a CHAMP today. I discovered, to my lazy inner child’s horror, that I can do the dishes in the time it takes coffee to brew. BAM. Dishes done.
Started more laundry, AND took the finished load from the dryer, folded it, and BAM put it away.
Then I approached the desk. I have one of those huge desks with lots of nooks and crannies and shit, and it’s been a horror for years. I vowed only 1/3 of the desk to unfuck today. Not too bad. It’s the second worst area - the worst is the shit I store under it, but that’s another day.
The before pics:
Old software, cords, magazines, hard drives, more cords, video camera, audio device, paper, notebooks, memorbilia, business cards for shit I no longer promote, others’ business cards who I never contacted and probably never will… ack.
And the after:
I kept the things that meant the most to me, put the software where I could get to it, put other important things that nevertheless were better in storage into an old cigar box, and BAM, desk clean!
one thing I will not show you is the trashcan. And the pile of stuff I need to give to the kiddo.
The only thing I’m still fussy about is my big folder caddy is too wide to fit in the cubby that would be occupied by a computer if I had a desktop, so it sits on the floor to the right of the cubby, and the cubby holds some old LPs, my box of cords, and some schoolwork. Maybe I’ll measure the cubby and go buy a folder system that will fit in there.
Or is that going too far?
In other news, last night I did pushups, bench press, and plank. Not a lot, but more than I usually do. Grrr. Buff Mur!
Yesterday’s report: lots of errands, one load of dishes, did a load of laundry AND folded it AND put it away. (there’s more that needs folding and drying, etc.) Not enough done (kiddo was home, teacher workday) but small progress.
This morning I realized there’s one big thing that needs unfucking - along, honestly, with everything else. But when I wrote my unfucking post, I didn’t consider this.
I need to unfuck my kung fu.
I started kung fu in… 2000? 1999? I can’t remember. You know. Back Then. I loved it. It was helping me gain confidence and even get strength. I am a small woman and have always hated feeling vulnerable. Then in 2002, after gaining my green belt, I took time off to have a kid. I could have trained through pregnancy, but my pregnancy was not a happy, glowy time; I was an achy, bitter thing and moving wasn’t fun. Then in 2003 I tried to return, but my heart wasn’t in it, not to mention a particular bully I had hated was advancing through the ranks, and you don’t want a bully instructor.
So two years ago, I decided the Pink Tornado was old enough to join, and I should go back with her. With eight years off, I returned to kung fu, still a green belt, trying to remember all I had learned. (Aforementioned bully had left the school in this time. Yay!)
I’ve been a green belt for two years now. Now, if I had been going diligently to class, I could afford to be bitter about this, but honestly I haven’t been. All last year, I was only able to do 1 hour of the normal 2 hour class on Thursdays because of Jim’s work schedule (PT was with me in class) and second hour I missed often contined sparring. My goal is two classes a week, but I can’t think of any month where I achieved this. This past February has been my best attendance month in maybe EVER and still I missed one day for sickness and one day for PT’s school event. My instructor acknowledged today that I’ve been a green belt for a very long time, but I think we both know I’m not ready for the next level.
Why? Because I need to unfuck my kung fu.
Let’s go over what I need for the next level of kung fu (that I do not feel confident in):
I don’t work out enough at home (see unfucking my life). I am the Excuses Queen. Bow down. But I have to work at home to get better at kung fu and show them I’m ready for the test. So what can I do at home to unfuck?
So tomorrow I begin unfucking. No, wait. I started today with a 75 min class, with 50 (shallow) pushups and 40 sit ups and all the other stuff we did. Tomorrow I need to do my arm work and make a schedule for workouts. Which days to run, which days to do speed drills, etc. But I will begin continue to unfuck. Dammit.