Thinking, thankful and thirsting. I never thought three words would give me so much trouble, but I’ve been kind of dreading this post for a while. You see, unless I go generic, those three things change on an almost daily basis. So even now, as I write this about ten days ahead of its post date, I know in the interim things might change.
I’m thinking I think too much…
I never played chess really and my version of playing pool is hitting the ball and begging the gods of physics to help me out. So, in a lot of things, the whole “thinking three moves ahead” doesn’t work for me. When it comes to games of strategy, I just can’t see the moves.
With life and relationships though, I tend to think of all sorts of possibilities (and tend to glom onto the most negative ones—pessimism for the…uh…not win?). One of the problems with this is I tend to think instead of doing. While I can usually come up with several “best case scenarios”, I tend to think of at least twice as many ways things can go wrong. Unfortunately, this pessimism and paranoia feeds on itself and can lead to me being very negative.
I have no desire to be the kind of person who complains all the time, so I’m trying to tame the beast and start trusting my instincts rather than overthinking everything (you know, like this blog post :P).
I’m thankful for my support system…
I have some of the best people ever in my corner. When I stress about friends, my husband is right there in my corner and my kids are always ready with a hug. When I freak out about my family, my friends stand by my side and talk me through it until I can deal with the fam.
I have the best beta readers and critique partners ever. They kick my ass, make me laugh, and when necessary make me cry. And one of my sisters pimps me to everyone she knows. I’m not sure how much it translates to sales, but knowing she’s there, telling people how awesome she thinks I am means more than she can possibly know.
I’ve been on a low carb diet for about a month now. Now, I like protein. I’m a big fan of eggs for breakfast. Hell, I’ll even go so far as eggs for lunch too. The problem is, after a few weeks of this, I want to be able to eat other stuff too. You know, stuff that isn’t oh so very good for me.
I miss junk food. I miss alcohol. I even miss fruit. Basically, the weight loss might be worth it, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay with the whole “life plan” part of the diet. I don’t exactly live to eat, but I enjoy food too much to limit myself to no bread, no pasta, and no sugar for life. For now though, I’m doing my best to stick with it which means holding off until the scheduled debauchery of the Romantic Times convention. Five more days and counting…