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It's All Good
My week was pretty good I must admit. I was steady with my mood (there was a minor incident in session this week, but that didn't affect the rest of my week), I didn't stray out of the diet I am trying to implement, I didn't drink any alcohol, and I stuck to my exercise regimen for the week. I spoke to my sister this week. Not only did I call my parents twice this week, I also went by the house. I still have to get to a point that I stop looking at the gas needle on my dashboard everytime I drive over five miles though. Gas is just out of control, and that's all I am going to say about that. I wish I had stock in that shit right about now. But anyway. I also did something yesterday that I am sure no one would ever anticipate me to do by myself. I went to Wal-Mart. It was either that, or drive a little further to Winn Dixie for a few items. So I put my feelings of hate aside for Wally World, and kept telling myself all the while I was there that this doesn't have to be a bad experience. I managed to get the first parking spot on the row directly across from the store. I got a clean buggie. There was only one pair of pants on the floor. The isles weren't cluttered with pallets or packed with people. And there were people in the 20 items or less checkout lane with either 20 items or less. Yes I counted the number of items people had irrespective of whether they were ahead of me or behind me. It still isn't fair if someone behind me has more than 20 items because the person behind that person has to suffer and endure Wal-Mart longer than what any rational person should have to tolerate. The only thing that bothered me was seeing 30 checkout lanes, and only eight were open. I guess that will never change. I have decided to try and pace myself better day by day. I have picked up other hobbies to occupy my time during the day so that I don't get consumed with my thoughts. I won't share what my new hobby is unless I master it. That is my new secret challenge for myself.
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