…or the lack thereof.

I have none.

I have so many ideas in my head of things that I want to accomplish. These are not overall life affirming things that I want to accomplish, but simple things that I want to do, like things that I want to cook or experiment with, things that I want to write, or little things that pertains to other hobbies that I have.

Nothing earth shattering like picking up and moving to Chicago or moving home or going on some far off land for vacation by myself again.

No, nothing like that

Simple easy things.

No motivation to do it.

Exercise.

No motivation.

I keep telling myself that I should exercise more when I get home. Do some yoga like I did last year or lift some weights when I’m watching to to help pass the time.

I can multitask, but no. Nothing.

I just lay on the futon either watching the show or browsing the internet on my iPad.

Maybe I need to remove myself from the internet or set rules for myself that I can’t jump online from this time to that time.

I don’t know.

Maybe I can alternate lifting and yoga during the week right when I get home from walking Pickles and then I’ll start cooking whatever it is that I’ll be cooking for dinner.

No fucking clue.

I have these ideas in my head and they make sense. These are all good things that I should do and are very easily achievable, but I don’t. I don’t start.

I sit.

No motivation.

I need someone to kick me in the ass and get me going.

Do it.

Hahhaha..Fucking Nike.

Just do it.

Just do it, all right.

* * *

Work.

I’m motivated to do work on the weekend.

Work.

I’m motivated to do overtime.

I don’t know why. I know that I really don’t have to, but I do it anyway.

That to me is more important.

Maybe it’s because they pay me for it, but I know it’s because it’s my fucking damn job.

I’m behind quite a few things that pertain to my job and tasks. Many of them can be handled in the office but I’m pulled in so many different directions that I really can’t focus on anything.

I have to sit down in a quiet environment so I can put my full focus on it and surprisingly this whole Social Bridge and SharePoint migration is a part of it.

Also, I need to watch a few videos on how to use powerapps and the videos on how to use smartsheets.

So behind of learning.

So behind.

Work.

There are many things to do and I’m glad that Carloz is there to help and do more of the advance things that I just don’t have the talent nor the knowledge on how to do.

One day, I’ll catch up on things and I’ll be able to just relax and do nothing on the weekend, but at the moment, I’m not even close.

* * *

Let’s talk about something fun.

Let’s talk about my special weekend.

I’ve booked my trip and now I need to start planning.

I hope the weather holds up, but it’s not going to stop me.

Like most of my trips, it involves nature and getting away.

This year, Bay Area and Muir Woods State Park.

I’m excited to see the beautiful and majestic Red Woods. I don’t know how much hiking there is there, but there are surrounding areas that have some trails.

Of course, like normal, I’ll plan an exhaustive day the first day and relax the second day.

Plus, I planned a Napa/Wine Tasting trip too.

Hopefully I don’t get out of hand and get fucked up, but I want to relax, sip some wine, eat some cheese and have a good time.

I’m excited about the food and need to do some research on the restaurants that are around the area.

It’s fast approaching and I have limited time!

I usually not a planner, but I do like to have a rough idea of what I’m going to do so I don’t waste any time figuring out what to do while I’m there.

I think it’ll be fun.

Nature and food.

Two of my favorite things.

Let’s hope this year goes smoother than last year. If anything does come up, like a fucking lost dog, I have to man up and not, NOT, get involved and let it be.

Someone nicer will take care of it.

I don’t want another guilty conscience.

I want a better year.

I want to make better decisions.

Oh man, I think my another year older, another year wiser entry for this year will be interesting.

Fucking year of bad decisions.

38.

Fuck you.

* * *

Fuck it, let’s start researching.

I still need to figure out where to go for a quick weekend trip with Pickles sometime this month.

Over.

Out.