This is the year…
…that I stop procrastinating,
…that I stop making excuses,
…that I stop allowing my insecurities dictate my course,
…that I accomplish my life’s ambition,
…that I start anew and let go of that which holds me back.
This is the year it all comes together. New year, new beginnings. I hope you all have a wonderful 2015.
Do I even look like a scientist? What’s going on in my head that remotely makes me think that I am capable of conducting an experiment? Am I nuts?
Well, yeah I am. Just a little, but that’s besides the point. And it’s not like I’m planning on conducting a real scientific experiment, though that may not be such a bad idea, but I’ll ruminate on that in private. This is an introduction to a little personal social experiment in which I will try to think positively instead of negatively, where I try to be optimistic instead of pessimistic, so that I can make the necessary changes in my life that will lead me to success in my life.
Sounds hard.
It is, but my method will be simple. I will create a blog. In fact, I have already created my blog, The Power of Positive Affirmations. In it, I plan to write essays, post inspirational quotes from historical figures, and the like. Any support I can receive will be appreciated. Anyone that wants to contribute is welcome to do so. I welcome all the help I can get!
So far, I’ve only have the introductory essay posted, but I will look to post more in the near future. I would like to be able to post daily, which I admit will be difficult. We will see how this goes, and maybe see if it helps me make positive changes in my life, and in the lives of my readers. So far I have no followers, but this is only Day 1.
Where will this little experiment lead me? Will anyone join?
What a crappy week. My sojourn overnights is almost at an end. Tonight is my last night that I’m definite about. I’m scheduled two nights next week, on Tuesday and Wednesday, but our supervisor is adamant that he’s done working nights, so we’ll see what happens. I’m hoping tonight is the last night. I’m ready to get some sleep!
As for writing, like I said, I’m not doing any until I’m done overnights. I haven’t even read a single book. All I’ve done this week is lie around in a near catatonic state as this illness saps me of my strength, and my will to live. I feel better, but I’m not really getting well, at least not yet. Hopefully I will this weekend, which will begin tomorrow morning at 5:30 a.m.
At some point, I will have to force myself out of bed and drag myself to the local movie theater to watch Penguins of Madagascar. I mean I don’t want to, but my niece really wants to watch it. Who am I kidding? I want to watch it and I’m using my niece to keep myself from creepy myself and everyone out by watching a kids show by myself.
Not a good idea. I’ll take my niece, who’s stoked about it, and hopefully I won’t be hacking up a lung on the person sitting in front of me. That would be embarrassing.
So, I have this week and next week to enjoy not writing, but starting the 15th, I’ll be back to working on a project or another. Then Christmas will undoubtedly interfere with my writing, then New Years. No! No excuses. Two weeks is plenty to recuperate.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I want a nap.
I did my civic duty and headed to the polling place to cast my ballot. Feels pretty awesome, if you take the time to think about it. This is the small price to pay for liberty, to take time out of our lives and vote for the people we want to represent us in our government, be in the local, state, and federal levels.
Men and women have fought and died for this privilege, to give the people a voice. We need to be heard to have our thoughts and beliefs guide our leaders to create the kind of country we deserve.
Please, if you haven’t done so already, head out to your local polling place and cast your vote.
Today is Friday, and this is my last day off until next Saturday. I hate working long stretches. Hell, I hate working, period. No, let’s be positive. I have a job. It pays me a pathetic wage, but at least it’s in a currency that (still) has some intrinsic value attached to it. Tomorrow I’ll get off at a reasonable time, and I’m positive I hate working, period.
See? Who says I’m always negative? Silly people. Joking aside, I will have to work seven days, but then when I get off next Friday, I’ll be leaving immediately to Corpus Christi, a mere 654 miles (1052 km) away. That’s in no way exhausting. I think I need a nap.
Next Saturday, the family is getting together to celebrate my Grandmother’s birthday, so in spite of my whining, it’s actually worth it. She’s my last grandparent still alive. It would be nice to see her while I still have the opportunity.
I think we take family for granted, especially when they are involved with our lives. We get used to their being there, stalwart and true, the rock upon which a family is founded. Once they pass, it’s amazing how quickly the family goes their separate ways, each becoming the patriarchs and matriarchs of their respective clans.
Just think about the history they have, our grandparents, and great-grandparents, if you are lucky enough to still have any yet living. What have they witnessed? What were their lives like before they settled down? What family history do they know that will go to the grave once they pass?
I don’t want to come across as depressed, but it’s just a thought that crossed my mind. It’s scary how fast time flies by, and it seems to speed up with each passing year. I swear, I still feel like I should be in my twenties, but that old man staring back at me in the mirror likes to remind me that I’m not. I hate you, old man!
No point worrying about what will happen. Instead, come next Saturday, we will celebrate what we still have. Yes, we have suffered heartbreaks, losing members of our family. It’s both a joy and a curse to belong to a large family. My grandmother had fourteen children, and has lived to bury three. It’s sad, but we have to continue living in the present.
Joe Hinojosa 