Who do I want to be?
I decided once that a good way to answer the fundamental question "Who are you?" is to decide who I want to be and then become that. Moving to Boston seemed like an excellent time to throw of the shackles of who I had been in Santa Barbara and start out on a course towards who I want to be. That's a good intention, but I haven't been following it very well. It's still easy to blow in the wind at the whims of other people's expectations of who I should be. Some of those expectations I could fulfill may be very nice looking and attractive and possibly even satisfying in some ways, but not truly me (whatever that is).
On the other hand, there are goals I had for myself that I'm not achieving. The perennial battle to eat right and exercise has made no progress in the two months I've been in Boston. I've been out on my bike once and it needs a tune-up and I should stop making excuses to not ride it places. Saturday I walked a rather long way and bike would have been much better for that.
Ok, enough self criticism. I did put my foot down about one thing I wanted last week. I had a good day Saturday unpacking and cleaning. Several boxes were retired, the living room is closer to liveable. Soon, I will be inviting you all over for dinner and I won't be embarrassed about the state of my apartment.
On the other hand, there are goals I had for myself that I'm not achieving. The perennial battle to eat right and exercise has made no progress in the two months I've been in Boston. I've been out on my bike once and it needs a tune-up and I should stop making excuses to not ride it places. Saturday I walked a rather long way and bike would have been much better for that.
Ok, enough self criticism. I did put my foot down about one thing I wanted last week. I had a good day Saturday unpacking and cleaning. Several boxes were retired, the living room is closer to liveable. Soon, I will be inviting you all over for dinner and I won't be embarrassed about the state of my apartment.