I have this regrettable tendency to stress myself out. For example, I set several goals for myself this holiday. I was to buckle down and show some discipline and write something. I was to become really good at capoeira because I was to train and train and train every day.

I was supposed to spend an hour everyday on revision of contract, crim and tort so I wouldn’t be scrambling blind when term started (LOL – no idea what I was thinking when I came up with this).

I was to diversify my skill base – work as a barista, study up to teach English. I was supposed to wake up at 5am every morning to do all this. I was supposed to implement the “My body is a temple” philosophy (almost as harebrained as mugging in the HOLIDAYS).

And it’s July, and obviously I’ve done none of the above. I have caught up on Ugly Betty, I have caught up on Friends, I have caught up on annoying my family. And I’ve more than caught up on stressing myself out worryinga bout my goals.

I’m not saying planning is a bad thing – when something needs to be done, my planning is a fine art that is treasured (or should be. They should worship me. Imbeciles! Fools! LOL) BUT I take it a tad to far. And it’s sneaky. I didn’t realize I was stressing myself out until yesterday, when I couldn’t sleep because I was so worried about the number of hours I’d have to put in to catch up on everything.

Really, all I’d wanted to do when I made that list was make sure I kept occupied this hols, and didn’t think about what happened last year at all. I’m going to keep a watchful eye on my worry wart – it is SO not going to spoil my last month of break.

Couch, here I come.

Eve.

Labels: goals, to think about