Today: 1/13/2025
Slept too little. Mentally drained after work. Not achieved step goal. Not achieved physical goal. Not achieved housework goal. Complete all assignments for school yesterday and steps.
Reflection: I need sleep. I don't work right when not sleeping. Even caffeine doesn't help. Sad about missing all targets for the day. Angry about people being closed minded at work. Confused on if I'm being closed minded. Lingering effects of not enough sleep. Booooooooo. Did manage some reading for school. Not sure I absorbed any of it. Tomorrow will tell.
Next day goals: 4000 steps. One load of dishes cleaned and put away. One load of laundry cleaned and put away. Draft discussion board post. Do the work things. Connect to the kids.
Today: 1/25/2025
I'm up. Calf cramping like hell. It's ok.
Plan:
Dishes,
Laundry,
Trash out,
Workout,
Fishing.
I want something fun today.
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ah, i’m so bad at posting here. acknowledging this Day of Mourning from the lands of Kiikaapoi, Peoria, Potawatomi, Myaamia & Ochethi Sakowin people, aka Chicago, derived from a native word for garlic (mmm…) which is really suitable for me because I live here now 🌱🧄✨
whose.land are you on? talk about it over dinner this weekend with your fam & what it means to give the #landback. considering everything, listening & learning from indigenous people is the least you can do.
Ok. Long time since I've posted.
I had some great weeks working out three times a week. Awesome!
Not so great with house work and even got behind in school work. But, I'm caught back up and trying to maintain again.
Let's see how this week goes.
Today: 1/19/25
I didn't very good last week. Not sure what happened. I had to go back to understanding why I want these things. Took the oldest to a splatter room. They seemed to enjoy it. It helped me get out of my head. Work is picking up and going to be taking a lot of time. Did five 12 hr sifts last week.
Today: 1/6/25
Back to work today. I love my job. It's not easy and people make it more difficult than it needs to be. But, we're making progress and the culture is changing.
I did manage to workout when I got home. It wasn't as much as I did on Friday. But, I'm building habits and something is better than nothing. I reached my step goal of 3000 steps. Fourth day in a row reaching that goal. Still 450lbs, this is not sustainable and my body is weak.
I didn't do as much as I wanted around the house. I did load of dishes, one load of laundry (wash and dry still need to put away), swept living room.
Reflections: I was worried I wouldn't work out after work. I hate the 1.25 hr commute. I didn't do as much around the house. First assignment of this term is due Thursday and I haven't even started. I do not like being a student. I love learning but the student thing is terrible. I miss my strong body. I miss doing 10 mile hikes. I miss being able to lift heavy things one handed.
Lessions learned: Keep the phone put down. Podcasts and music are better than TV and videos for me. Less distracting and helps focus. Every little bit counts.
Plan for 1/7/25: Walk at lunch break. Start marketing assignment. One load of dishes. One load of laundry wash, dry, and put away. Put away the load in dryer.
I'm back in fire fighting mode. This is the most stressful mindset to be in. Why is it comfortable? Why do I keep defaulting to this. This isn't healthy for me.
Woven Through Generations
Monica Zavala (Gabrielino/Tongva Nation, Acjachemen, and Mexican)
acrylic on canvas. 15” x 30”
When we engage in the art of hair braiding, we infuse it with the purity of our intentions, a gesture that takes on profound significance when it's the tresses of a beloved individual we weave. The act of braiding becomes a powerful symbol, as we intertwine three sections of hair, each one representing the mind, the body, and the spirit.
In my youth, my mother would lovingly braid my hair, creating cherished moments that have left an indelible mark on my heart. As the passage of time bestows maturity, I find myself continuing this timeless tradition by tenderly braiding her hair. In this cycle, we bridge the generations, preserving this beautiful connection that transcends both time and space. The hands that perform this act of love and tradition are mine, as I braid my mother's hair, perpetuating the legacy of our shared bond.