Weird how if everything were left to me, I’d probably be in total stasis. When I was pondering the idea of invitro fertilization, all of a sudden I was overwhelmed with the decision: When is a good time to have a child? (You’d be surprised at how many things come up when you decide WHEN EXACTLY to have a baby: “I really wanted to go on vacation, but if I have a kid, that’d put a kabosh on those plans, so maybe I should move the implantation date out…” or “Shit, do I really want to have a baby at the beginning of flu season…” or “Bleah, I don’t want to spend my last trimester during the hottest months of the year…”) I swear, I think that’s why we don’t really get to choose in the natural process of things.
I’ve decided to lose ten pounds. I lost a bunch of weight, and I’ve been in a vigorous fitness regime since last winter and feel so much better. But I think I’d like to be leaner–for one, I’d be able to backpack more comfortably. (Plus of course, my vanity screams for me to do it). I know what I have to do: I have to cut out the pastries and chocolate and uh…Doritos). But…WHEN to do it? It’s the beginning of the holiday season, NOW is not a good time to begin. I’ll also be travelling, and wanting to splurge on some fine dining. Not a good time to begin.
It’s NaNoWriMo time (the idea of nanowrimo being you write a novel in a month). Besides the fact that the first time I did nanowrimo I got writer’s block…I don’t do it because well, “November’s not a good time for me.” I’ve tried, with friends to do nanowrimo in October, or September (you get the idea)…but I can’t find a month to slam out 50,000 words (well, I did have time at the writer’s colony but then I got writer’s block–hey, is that a pattern?).
Um. This post is depressing. I’m going to stop while I’m ahead.