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Dec. 31st, 2011 01:37 pmhrmph. I must have a headache coming, all I want to do is lie down and cry.
I did make it up to the barn, but did not get on, which felt wise at the time but now feels stupid. Of course, breathing feels stupid, so I probably shouldn't judge by that metric. I got freaked out by the weather and a head-on car crash that happened on the road to the barn, and it emphasized my wobbliness.
Found another book to use for a rides journal, tried to pay for it with the ATT rebate card and even with the help of the Staples manager and the phone peeps it failed. I see why Al gave it to me, because they are almost more frustration that they're worth.
I've been thinking about my goals for next year. While I generally avoid resolutions, I've liked setting some simple goals to work towards. I'm making another thing-a-day for 2012, and blogging it over at Dancing Crow. I last did that in 2007, and I need the discipline and steady practice that daily effort yields. I'd like to reorganize that blog into a more professional website, with a gallery/buy my stuff landing page and a separate, permanently linkable blog, rather than the less formal nattering that exists there at the moment. I'm going to work more often on getting together with a gallery, and more on selling my work at other venues. This means a tiny bit of up front research on where to go when, and substantially better follow-through in October and November when the craft fairs start gearing up.
Beyond that the goals stay the same from month to month: ride more, visit more, be kinder to other people and to myself. Those are my daily standard for behaviour.
Now I think I shall go lie down and cry, so as to be better when the fireworks happen (at 6:15!! I LOVE my town) Fireworks are always good.
I did make it up to the barn, but did not get on, which felt wise at the time but now feels stupid. Of course, breathing feels stupid, so I probably shouldn't judge by that metric. I got freaked out by the weather and a head-on car crash that happened on the road to the barn, and it emphasized my wobbliness.
Found another book to use for a rides journal, tried to pay for it with the ATT rebate card and even with the help of the Staples manager and the phone peeps it failed. I see why Al gave it to me, because they are almost more frustration that they're worth.
I've been thinking about my goals for next year. While I generally avoid resolutions, I've liked setting some simple goals to work towards. I'm making another thing-a-day for 2012, and blogging it over at Dancing Crow. I last did that in 2007, and I need the discipline and steady practice that daily effort yields. I'd like to reorganize that blog into a more professional website, with a gallery/buy my stuff landing page and a separate, permanently linkable blog, rather than the less formal nattering that exists there at the moment. I'm going to work more often on getting together with a gallery, and more on selling my work at other venues. This means a tiny bit of up front research on where to go when, and substantially better follow-through in October and November when the craft fairs start gearing up.
Beyond that the goals stay the same from month to month: ride more, visit more, be kinder to other people and to myself. Those are my daily standard for behaviour.
Now I think I shall go lie down and cry, so as to be better when the fireworks happen (at 6:15!! I LOVE my town) Fireworks are always good.