In hopes of ensuring future success
Aug. 25th, 2010 12:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
merrycaepaSo there's this idea I've been tossing around.
I am, it has transpired, not the 'dear diary' sort. I'm just not. I didn't do terribly well on that front in Turkey - well, I did for the three months when everything sucked, but then things got a bit better at about the same point that my notebook ran out of pages, and there went that - and this summer, when the Canadian was in town and I was ogling the red Moleskin diary at Barnes and Noble, she was like, "Dude, you don't keep diaries."
The Canadian, I should mention, frequently knows me better than I know myself. She had a point.
But I do kvetch. I kvetch a lot. I bitch and moan and complain. I have some minor excuses - the fibro is still slowly but steadily limiting what I can and can't do, and I'm not, so far, terribly good at accepting that. I'm also really, really bad at doing positive things - which is to say, actions that I know would have a positive impact on me and my well-being. I'm not social. I'm pretty bad at social, actually. And I find it really easy to get stuck in a locational rut (I don't know what it says that I'm far more willing to wander off the proverbial beaten path in Istanbul than I am at my tiny midwestern Little Private University that Could, but there you are).
Counting one's blessings seems a bit White Christmas*, and not at all the caustic, foul-mouthed loner that I pride myself on being - but I think it would be something good for me to do, to remind myself that the overwhelming negativity I tend to kinda wallow in is not all-encompassing.
Although I refuse to call it 'counting blessings' - I mean, seriously, this is me - but I think I could settle for something along the lines of 'things that don't suck'. And we'll see how it goes.
Wish me luck.
* Although I kind of love that movie. Shhh. Don't let it get out.
I am, it has transpired, not the 'dear diary' sort. I'm just not. I didn't do terribly well on that front in Turkey - well, I did for the three months when everything sucked, but then things got a bit better at about the same point that my notebook ran out of pages, and there went that - and this summer, when the Canadian was in town and I was ogling the red Moleskin diary at Barnes and Noble, she was like, "Dude, you don't keep diaries."
The Canadian, I should mention, frequently knows me better than I know myself. She had a point.
But I do kvetch. I kvetch a lot. I bitch and moan and complain. I have some minor excuses - the fibro is still slowly but steadily limiting what I can and can't do, and I'm not, so far, terribly good at accepting that. I'm also really, really bad at doing positive things - which is to say, actions that I know would have a positive impact on me and my well-being. I'm not social. I'm pretty bad at social, actually. And I find it really easy to get stuck in a locational rut (I don't know what it says that I'm far more willing to wander off the proverbial beaten path in Istanbul than I am at my tiny midwestern Little Private University that Could, but there you are).
Counting one's blessings seems a bit White Christmas*, and not at all the caustic, foul-mouthed loner that I pride myself on being - but I think it would be something good for me to do, to remind myself that the overwhelming negativity I tend to kinda wallow in is not all-encompassing.
Although I refuse to call it 'counting blessings' - I mean, seriously, this is me - but I think I could settle for something along the lines of 'things that don't suck'. And we'll see how it goes.
Wish me luck.
* Although I kind of love that movie. Shhh. Don't let it get out.
