Mental Trinkets

I've been chewing the fat on a couple things.

One: I have got to get the hell out of this place.

This place being a figurative, general term encompasing my life in general. Not the this place that is Cincinnati or my workplace or my apartment. Nothing that specific.

I don't have a vacation to look forward to, and that is eating me up inside.

Bluegrass Brit suggested a September trip to Greece, but I am still entertaining dreams and goals of visiting my Soul Sister in London again. We'll see.

Two: I really need to do something about my weight.

I've been feeling really fat lately. My standby dress pants are hideously tight, and so I'm forced to evaluate a) what's going in my body and b) what I'm doing to move my body.

I go through these phases - times when I feel happy with my body and times when I don't. Right now I'm feeling the don't.

I guess this feeling means it's time for a correction.

Three: I'm really feeling complacent about dating

I'm having a great time and going lots of places, but I just don't feel it. I don't want to meet someone while I'm drunk on the haze of starlight and spirits - I really just want to bump into someone. I guess that means I have to continue to be faithful that everything will work out the way it's supposed to.

Four: I'm really getting good at this Saving Money thing

I guess that's what happens when you have to save two grand.