And, Fail

Not really surprised. Can't shake the "blah" these last few days.

I did put the shelf together last night. I did sort of clean up my space (although, a lot of the mess just got moved around). Did not work out. At all. Sat on the couch watching tv. I did sleep in my own bed, though. Yeah, that means I got the piles of laundry and other mess off of it.

I spent some time online doing a little research and formulating reasonable plans for people I should make contact with for my job search/networking. That's the big job item I HAVE to do this week. I've got to get out of my rut, out of my hole, hell, out of my house.

I tried making a schedule for myself. I am terrible about sticking to my own arbitrary schedules. So I'm back to listing a handful of goals for the day. Some small, some big... but all do-able. Looking back at my efforts, I think this goals method allows me to feel more successful, but to adapt readily for how I'm feeling each day, and for whatever opportunities may come up.

Today's goals:
1) Clean out litter boxes
2) Take out trash
3) Vaccuum apartment
4) Laundry (at least two loads completed)
5) Work out: pilates and yoga
6) Job Search: search and print new postings of interest, create draft of cold-contact letter to get informational interviews with local publishing professionals

And since I agreed to go to tonight's Red Sox game (Twins are in town - but I've been here long enough, I'm a Sox girl now), I'm on a deadline for all of this. I've only got a few hours. I suppose this means I have to get off the computer and move my ass. OK... attempting to do something useful. Although CNN is still on the living room tv, and seems to call my name. Hmmm...