I'm up and ready to go - though not by choice. The past few weeks have been a struggle, internally and outwardly. It's tough sometimes to push yourself to keep going and going when all you'd like to do is crawl under the covers with a good DVD marathon (like, Twin Peaks or 90210's Fourth Season).
Nothing bad happened, no trauma. Just life. Sometimes, that's enough to drive someone back to bed for a while. I am confident it will pass and as the days get warmer and longer and brighter, my energy and mood will follow right along.
Until then, I'll count my many blessings and keep right on "keepin' on." The week's bright spots will help: NHL hockey playoffs and the Pens' upcoming match-up with Philly, a new book to read.
And my sincere belief in all things rosy.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Anniversary of Sorts
It really stinks when you have to work harder than you would like and it robs you of your fun time. I can't exactly complain because my job is flexible and mostly cake, but still. I like to blog, read, watch movies, and screw off on the internet better than I like to work - even at a flexible, cake job.
But, enough of that. A year ago this week, on the eve of the NCAA men's basketball final, I decided to start a blog. The next day, before the Monday night activities, I wrote my very first blog post. I hoped this exercise would get me writing more, hopefully push me into a motivated, disciplined state. I had big, fantastical dreams of getting that memoir finished or being discovered, plucked from obscurity and handed a super-duper contract for my unique, insighful ideas.
Okay, not really. But I did hope to better my written skills and become a more consistent writer. I think it probably has happened, to an extent. I find myself more expressive, more often. I no longer have fear of others reading my work. My writing has become (I think) more streamlined, my words chosen carefully to be succinct.
Mostly, this blog provides a real opportunity to connect with other people. I've had some random comments from strangers, which shows folks stumbled upon my words and read them all the way through. That is kind of scary and neat all at the same time.
So, hopefully the next year will bring even more fun. And hopefully, that basketball game tomorrow night will be just as exciting as last year. I know I live in North Carolina right now, but...Go Spartans!
But, enough of that. A year ago this week, on the eve of the NCAA men's basketball final, I decided to start a blog. The next day, before the Monday night activities, I wrote my very first blog post. I hoped this exercise would get me writing more, hopefully push me into a motivated, disciplined state. I had big, fantastical dreams of getting that memoir finished or being discovered, plucked from obscurity and handed a super-duper contract for my unique, insighful ideas.
Okay, not really. But I did hope to better my written skills and become a more consistent writer. I think it probably has happened, to an extent. I find myself more expressive, more often. I no longer have fear of others reading my work. My writing has become (I think) more streamlined, my words chosen carefully to be succinct.
Mostly, this blog provides a real opportunity to connect with other people. I've had some random comments from strangers, which shows folks stumbled upon my words and read them all the way through. That is kind of scary and neat all at the same time.
So, hopefully the next year will bring even more fun. And hopefully, that basketball game tomorrow night will be just as exciting as last year. I know I live in North Carolina right now, but...Go Spartans!
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- Stephanie Stark Poling
- Steph's days are complete with little Franco/Mr. Buddy Pants, Pittsburgh Steelers football, Penguins hockey, all things WVU, cold beverages, new handbags, shoe-shopping, pups, and lots and lots of movies. And, of course, her glorious, nutty family.