In the wash spin cycle

In May I signed up for the Global Corporate Challenge and ever since then I've been tracking my daily steps with an aim to reach 10,000 plus steps a day. Some days I soar past the requirement and some days I just can't get everything done and walk that number of steps too.

This morning my pedometer hit over 4000 steps before 10am, sadly it wasn't from any extreme efforts on my behalf, but apparently the normal cycle on my washing machine is the equivalent of about 4000 (ish) steps.

Pie in the sky ideas

I'm suffering from a severe case of procrastination so what better way to ease my guilt then by writing about it - and yes there's some twisted logic in there somewhere.

I should be working on an assignment on Corporate Governance, argh hold me back from dying of boredom (apologies to anyone who actually works in governance and enjoys it - not because I'm sorry for disliking it but because I'm sorry you have to work in Governance - I'm kidding, well kind of)

The first signs of old age

You know you're getting old when you forgo sleep-ins to get all the things done that you want to get done. Especially if you're not a morning person and every weekend used to be about sleeping in.

The truth is I'm getting old! For as long as I can remember, my favourite part of the week was weekend sleep-ins. I lived for them, I moaned when I didn't get them because of kids sports activities and all of the kazillion other things I had to do.

My little world is changing

The world is no longer as we know it, this is my first try at online journaling opposed to handwritten journaling. So for the unknowing - I am posting this purely from my IPad - but I've actually copied it from my new personal and private online journal because I wanted to say the same things. 

That is not always the case that my blog posts and daily pages are the same, in fact usually they are distinctively different. One is private and one is for public consumption.

Some days are exhausting...

Never have I been so happy for a long weekend to roll around then I was for this one.

Last weekend meant a full weekend in school, followed by a busy, busy week at work, plus a promise to myself that no day will pass without me walking my minimum of 10,000 steps.

Happy feet

How do you know you've had a busy week - it's the little things. My magazines which I buy every week and always pick up from my local deli on a Monday night are still sitting on the lounge waiting to be read.

Oh and I forgot all about them until the deli owner reminded me on Wednesday night when I dropped in to pick up milk on my way home - now that never happens, that I forget that is.

Devil on my shoulder

The distance between the metaphoric A and B is often a very long arduous journey. The A point being when hubby tells me that something I'm doing is wrong and the B point being me accepting that he might be right. It happens on rare occasions - that he's right that is.

Along that journey there are many occasions when again, metaphorically speaking, that I want to stab him. I don't of course, only in my head - because that sentence would be too much on top of the marriage sentence I'm already serving.

The magic of dreaming

Not enough hours in my days so I'm writing my blog post in my lunch break - whatever works. Tonight I have to finish an assignment, it's nearly done but these days I have to squeeze every ounce out of my days and be time efficient.

In being so time efficient I ran out of the house without a vital object this morning and I feel like I'm missing my left arm - I left my mobile phone at home. How stupid is it that I feel lost without my phone.