La Bene Vita

Floundering

I can't figure out what the trigger was. I had clear, defined goals. Then... I started achieving them. And now? I don't know what I want.

I'm not sure if it's because my business is more successful than I dreamed it would be, so instead of vision, I focus on mundane tasks. Or maybe it was the introduction of Sammy, our now eight-month-old puppy, into the household and my daily schedule. Maybe it was picking up an extra service at church and a new gig at the Mexican place, which fulfilled my needs for performance and income. But whatever the trigger, my give-a-shit has fizzled.

This is one of those entries I expect will bore the poop out of readers. It would bore me. I wouldn't even post it, except that I'd like to document it for my memoirs (or my therapist?) when I'm rich and famous. I figure someone is going to want to see the highs and lows involved in becoming a superstar. Maybe future flounders will read this segment of my saga and think: Shit, if she could feel that way and still be the wealthiest, smartest, most well-known celebrity in the world, then maybe my own blahs aren't the end of the world.

Even in lethargy I'm an ambitious, overachieving egotist.

Reach 275 students at MTMS   by 12/31/11.
227.5. I'm delighted with that, because it means that not only do we have a receptionist, but I start earning a (little bitty) salary! And when we get to 250, I get even more , so that's good.

Writing:
(1) Blog at MT.com   by the end of the month: Caught up through Sept. Still owe for Oct. OMG, I need to just buckle down and write a flippin' blog post. I don't know why I'm so allergic to this task.
(2) 30 minutes of daily freestyle writing: I wrote over 2,100 words at 750Words.com today.

Count points:
Hell no. Shut up.

I've decided I have a love-hate relationship with Adele. She both rocks and sucks.