Friday: the usual
1. Per usual, I painted my nails. I tried a little something different this time, but I might need practice. I stuck a pin in a pencil eraser and tried the whole polka dot thing. I’ll do better next time. However, I did notice just a few minutes after painting them that, hey…wait a second…they match my twitter background!
2. Since all of the distractions weddings are over for the summer, I decided it was time to kick up the productivity. Since I am focusing on writing my second book and working on making something happen with the first one, it’s up to me how little much work gets done each day. I always had a “general” idea of what I wanted to accomplish each day, but sometimes I’d find that I’d spend an entire day cleaning the house and no actual “work” got done. Enter: schedule implementation. So far, it’s working wonderfully for me. I feel such satisfaction when I cross something off the list. It helps me balance the housework and my actual work. And it also gives me a structured idea of when my workday actually ends so I can implement actual time to relax. winwinwin
3. I mentioned in a post earlier this week that I’ve been eating an obscene amount of quesadillas. I’m not proud to say that the number has only increased since the day I ran that post. Myra is doing her best to run a hard stop on the quesadillas. I made it all the way through Thursday without one. It’s like quesadilla rehab. Now because I can’t have one it’s all I want.
4. I gave up on this season of The Bachelorette. I generally don’t like The Bachelorette as much as The Bachelor for the obvious reason: there’s less drama because boys aren’t as caddy as girls. But good Lord, Des’s season is just a snooze fest. For the first time ever, I read the spoilers before the season ended. I realized it was time to give the season up when they were gearing up for the week of hometown dates and I still didn’t know who the guys were.
5. Losing Hope by Colleen Hoover. It’s the sequel to Hopeless, and it’s one of those same story different point of view books. We all know by now how I feel about those. But none-the-less, I love Colleen Hoover, so I gave it a read. I didn’t really care all that much for Hopeless, let me just put that out on the table now. The subject matter is dark and uncomfortable, so I was completely leery of Losing Hope because it already had two strikes against it: the POV and the subject matter. But I am so glad I gave it a chance. I liked it so much better than Hopeless, which strikes me as odd considering it’s the same story. Because the story is from Holder’s POV, the uncomfortable subject matter isn’t as shattering because it doesn’t appear in such detail. I didn’t like Holder in Hopeless. He seemed like an angry jackass who was unreliable. Seeing his side of the story, however, I fell in love with him. Different elements of the story that were left a mystery in Hopeless get uncovered in Losing Hope which I enjoyed. I’d highly recommend it!
