I think I've found a job. I'm expecting a second call early this week. From Home Depot. It's something right?
I've been trying to slow my digital life. I think technology is wonderful but sometimes it does get your head spinning so fast that it's nearly impossible to find peace. I'm working towards employing a tech sabbath. It's at least a though now.
I'm also working on losing some weight, which is weird to talk about for me. My sister called me Ribs when I was younger because I was rail thin. But somewhere around 25 my metabolism went on strike and we have yet to work out a collective bargaining agreement. So I have an oldschool (yet space-age looking) exercise bike that I have been spending quality time with. And I've been counting calories. All of this sucks. I would have eaten more and better food when I was younger if I had known about this day. Blarg.
So technological peace, weight watching, and the third leg of the trifecta is: novel writing. I'm completely starting over. [shock!] I'm currently reading Leif Enger's Peace Like a River and it is breathtaking. The story is great but the prose is ... Why I read. So shouldn't that be why I write? I completed the novel once and by that I mean I completed the framework and I have some idea of where I'm going. Now I'm going back to write lovely prose.
Check back with me in six months about the weight, six years about the novel, and six decades about peace.
I am also counting calories, so I am thinking we should see who can loose more in 6 months.
ReplyDeletenot to boast or anything, but i am the king of counting calories. if you need help, i know i am on your speed dial (thanks to numerous pocket dials).
ReplyDeleteFerg. I'm pretty sure you'd win. I like to think you have an advantage as a former athlete. (And by former I mean ... something nice.)
ReplyDeleteRic. I have an iPod app to help. I remember a conversation with you about how amazed you were at the amount of calories you had been taking in. I'm amazed as well. And frustrated that I can't eat like I did when I was 15.
Update. I'm losing about a pound a week. Until the last couple of weeks, when the weight of unemployment was added to my waste line. Oh emotional eating!