My mother has me doing aqua aerobics with her twice a week now. I don’t mind the exercise — Lord knows I need it — but it bugs me how I have trouble keeping up with her. I know it’s because I’m not conditioned to it like she is, but I still find myself getting frustrated over it. Also it makes my arms and legs hurt, but I think it bugs my mom how I don’t feel anything in my core when I’m supposed to. I’m probably doing something wrong, but I couldn’t say what.
I’m doing NaNoWriMo this year. I am finally going to make myself finish one of those stories I’ve been puttering around with for ages but never going anywhere with. Now that I have a plot and some motivation, I just might finally get that thing done. All I can do is hope that it’s good and not sounding immature like most of the young adult fiction floating around these days. I want my book to be one of those rare gems in the genre/age-group that actually warrants people’s admiration and/or praise.
I shall now set personal goals for myself every week. This week’s goal: clean my room and keep it clean. You can all feel free to boo me in the comments if I report failure next week.
I’m not sure how many people actually read my ramblings, but to those of you who do, I love you guys!
TTFN, SA out!