Tuesday, March 23, 2010

I'm thinking my 2010 To Do List needs a bit of a rehash. The further along I walk down the path of fatherhood, the more I realize that time and money are a luxury that seem to be slipping through my fingers. That being said, the thought of golfing 7 times this year may be temporarily and financially unlikely. Another task that might take some revamping is the reading 12 books over the course of the year. Maybe I could count the audiobooks. I didn't want to do that, but I'm falling behind with my standard format books. Maybe I should just watch less TV and read more?

My mood has improved slightly. I'm trying to lay my problems at God's feet. It's a hard thing to do. We're hardwired to try to fix things ourselves. And, to a degree that's a good thing...but dwelling on things isn't good. There's no point in hanging onto trifles, or accidents common or unavoidable, to paraphrase Ben Franklin.

Oh, and before I forget: 75 days til vacation. Boo yah.

Friday, March 12, 2010

I'm having a rough day. I seem to be annoyed by everything and everyone. Everyone except my wife and daughter, that is. I don't feel like I'm engaged when I'm at work and I dread doing my daily tasks. I need to get my focus back. I'm not sure where I veered off track, but I know I'm off. Maybe some prayer and meditation...maybe spending some time over the weekend in reflection...I don't know. Something's not right and I have to get it together.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Happy Birthday, Mom!!
I blew my week. Posted a gain today. Saw it coming. I'm just not sure how to get into a rhythm. Being a dad is tough....but that's just an excuse for laziness and slackerness. Why do I constantly make excuses?
I've been at work for over 2 hours and haven't done one productive thing. I have an assignment that was supposed to start today, but I'm not sure who to talk to for details. It's probably not as complicated a matter as I'm making it, but my head's definitely not in the game today.
Jenny's been freaking out, thinking Syd is getting sick, even though she doesn't have a fever, she's sleeping and she's not crying. She lets herself get worked up too easily. It's draining. I want to be supportive, but I can't say anything to her once she gets something in her head. It's like banging my head against a wall. I just have to let it run its course. Exhausting.