I was too tired to do my Tired Tuesday post on Tuesday. For one reason, I went running. I also did a load of laundry (one of my few instances of multi-tasking: I put in the laundry and run while it washes) and the dishes (I know some of you are judging me that the dishes were not washed as soon as they were dirty, but I am reconciled to that), and I worked a very little bit on the murder mystery I am a little sorry I committed myself to do. And I made a few journal entries.
I have been keeping multiple journals lately. Regular readers may recall the TV Journal, which I believe I wrote a blog post about (I wonder if I will be able to find it and share the link). This has come to encompass more than just television viewing, so I guess I could drop the “TV,” call it a “Journal” and use my other notebooks for something else.
However, I also have a Running Journal. This was a good idea, because it is helpful to look back and see where I am at fitness-wise, especially when I am training for, say, the Boilermaker 15K (preview of upcoming attractions). It would be cumbersome to keep track of these things if I put them in the TV Journal with everything else. Full disclosure: I had one a while ago that I cannot find and finally broke down and started a new one in a fresh notebook recently.
On other occasions, I have tried to keep journals of my headaches or my eating habits, but I have never stuck with either of these tools long enough for them to become useful. I fear that is the fate of my latest attempt at a journal: a Cleaning Journal.
Regular readers as well as my family and friends may be aware that my house is a hideous mess. I am embarrassed to have anybody over and fear I will soon qualify for one of those TV shows like Hoarders (although that would make an interesting entry in the TV Journal). I have been trying to embrace the Little Bit At A Time method, with only sporadic success and much backsliding. One Sunday I thought, “I’ll keep a journal! I will write down what I do as I do it, what I find successful, how I feel, how I progress…” I got all enthusiastic about it and even spent a good half hour actually cleaning. This was pretty huge, quite frankly, because I almost never get anything done on a Sunday (it’s kind of a thing with me).
Nobody was less surprised than me when the Cleaning Journal did not turn out to be an ongoing source of inspiration.
However, one must persevere. One bright side: I see I am over 400 words, a rather large word count for me. Not bad for a late Tired Tuesday post, I think.
This Blog can be a Journal if you want it to be.
I was hoping so.