All night I've been actively avoiding finishing my third and final project for the semester. I think it's because my mind has tricked itself into believing that because it's due at midnight Saturday, I have all the time in the world. Wrong. Tonight is pretty much the only night I have, yet here I am at 10:00 looking at treasures on Backcountry.com. Mostly I think I'm sick of staring at a computer screen reading (skimming) journal after journal of Cognitive Behavioral studies. Essentially, I'm needing to write ten pages to elaborate on this statement: Cognitive Behavioral therapy focuses on reconstructing thoughts and maladaptive behaviors in order to create a healthier person . . . and it works.
Blah blah bloo blee blee.
Backing up a few hours . . . I enjoyed a mightily productive day at work, checking box upon box of work off my listomania. Tomorrow I'm looking forward to a "down day" in preparation for the onslaught of meetings next week. I told my dad tonight, after a dual venting sesh which made me laugh, that I'm going to be a rag doll by Friday afternoon. Good thing I'll be in Breck by Friday night and if I don't have a beer in hand it could get ugly.
Then I knocked out a fantastical workout at the gym and am proud to say that I now can do full, official, real-deal push-ups. Cartwheels are still another story, but push-ups? Piece of cake.
I came home to dinner already made . . . and really can't explain how wonderful that is. I spent the next hour trying to figure out how to make that happen on a regular basis . . . crockpot is my only answer . . . and I just came up with that now.
After that, I played a little round of fetch with my cat. Don't believe me? Check this out (and disregard the background conversations . . . I'm a novice YouTuber): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewvpUaLmuqM
All right. Back to mi papel.
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