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Goals: Updated and New Ones!

It’s been a week, and it’s time to bring my first set of goals!

Here’s a recap of what I wanted to do for the first week:

  • Become up-to-date with all classes come Saturday evening
  • Complete up to ten hours of work (or complete all work, whichever is first)
  • Make sure to work out at least two hours (free form)
  • Keep up with three meals a day
  • Sleep a total of seven hours a night
  • Write nearly 5,000 words on current fiction story
  • Complete 10 new blog posts by Saturday evening

How have I done? The first of these goals had something that I did naturally. Keeping up with the first week of classes is never difficult. I met this one with ease, and kept it all under control. Ready for the second week of classes, and all the due dates that come with that!

Now, for work I wasn’t given ten hours last week (this week though,  I have a handful!). I got the work that I needed to have done, presented to my boss who needed it in a timely matter, and did what I do best for the company – research and write! Things were excellent on that front.

Working out is a different tale, however. I squeezed in enough time last week to get a total of an hour and a half in free form working out. The worst difficulty that I had was keeping myself occuppied for those twenty minutes a night that I had slotted away to work out. Also, after a long day of going to class and keeping myself organized in that sense I never had the mood for it. This is a goal that I’m going to repeat for this week. I’ll hopefully meet the requirements and continue to better myself.

Thanks to my new schedule, this term is making it easier for me to get all of my three meals each day. Thankfully I’m finding more time for this and not growing too hungry throughout walking around campus.

If you’ve been keeping up with the blog, you’ll know that I’ve given up coffee. To add on to giving up coffee, this has removed me sleeping and forcing my body to want to sleep much earlier in the night. This allows me to wake up much more in the AM than what I’m use to and thus gaining those seven hours is excellent!

This is a goal I’m most ashamed of. I haven’t written too much regarding my current fiction project (only topping off at 1,000 words) and did not get even close to the 5,000 I had predicted. This is unfortunate because this week I’m going to find myself reading quite a bit more and not too much time to write down any ideas / thoughts I’ll have regarding my story. I’m going to try this one again.

The blog posts were done without flaw! I took a bit of a break over the weekend to see to other tasks, and had radio silence on my blog. Thankfully, I had finished the 10 post cap by Friday. Awesome for me, but I can definitely add more material to this space.

Here are my goals for this week:

  • Write 5,000 words on my latest fiction project
  • Work out for two hours this week
  • Keep up with work and add more reading material to my nightly list
  • Find time to relax after each hour of work / school activity (I’m horrible about taking breaks that are reasonable)
  • Fix up the damn bike (my mode of transportation has become a minor danger to myself and others)
  • Write three reviews to games

Hoping that this week is better than the last. Wish everyone the best!


Three Hours Before Hurt Time

In three hours, I’ll return to my college schedule. Am I excited? Partially. It’s always a fun to begin classes again, start learning something new and begin forward. Other times, I remember how the rest of the term typically turns out.

That’s the sour memory. Running around to finish assignments right at the deadline. Pushing them back as much as possible if only to find myself a few hours of desperate sleep. Not the best moments of my life, but I’m certainly still here. Still standing strong!

This term shouldn’t be too daunting. I’m participating in two writing classes, one math class, and taking a basic chemistry class. Physics has me most interested (writing classes are a full given) because I haven’t taken it since I was in high school. While that may have only been five years it feels as if I had it in another life time.

What’s the best way I can optimize my time? Scheduling. While I type this up, I’m beginning to reset my Google Calender from my previous term. Updating where I need to be, what I should be doing at any given time and what’s going to be happening at least a few days ahead of schedule.

This term, I’m going to try something different. Here’s my plan for this term that I’m hoping sticks with me:

  • Work hours that are cement
  • Hours I give to “play”
  • Writing hours
  • If in trouble, write in times to better adjust myself.

The two that are likely going to give myself the most trouble are going to be “Works hours” and “Hours to play”. I’m horrible at keeping the same work hours when I’m on my laptop (I work online as a content curator). Sometimes I’m in the mood to do the work, other times I’ll push it back to a later date. While it’s not the best choice I always get the deadlines met!

What I’m hoping may motivate me to work harder this term is the fact that some nights I could “roll over” my hours to play to another date. Perhaps for a good two nights I read Physics notes or stick my head into the math book. I could then spend a Friday evening with a bit more free time in my lap and do some well-needed gaming (or catch up on sleep <which is unlikely>!).

It’s another year, a new start for me. This blog speaks of my resolve to be someone different. I’m already on an excellent footing by even writing this blog entry.

Excitement for more than school? Definitely. The first day back always gives me goosebumps.

I hope others are enjoying the brand new year. Remember: start thinking about giving yourself goals. I may, later this evening, create a list of goals that I should begin following and update every so often with readers.

I could use some excellent people to help keep me honest!


Happy Monday, everyone!

The Smallest Effort

There are several things in our bodies we don’t think about. Breathing is one. An action done almost involuntarily for the single role of survival. It’s bred into almost every living thing in our world.

Much like other acts, such as eating or attempting to bred with those of the opposite gender of that species.  Take a choice of personal preference.

Even when those are the best choices for survival, other options have to be considered. There’s the desire to find social activity outside of the family circle. Creating friendships that last as much as they can, or finding that one special person you can’t live without.

Why do are these the thoughts that I have when I’m sitting here, alone in a chair and staring outside. The sun’s about to set. The sky’s dying orange tint mixes with the ever-fading blue. It disguises itself, if only faintly, of a green shade. Almost the apex of beauty.

“Jackson, are you ready for dinner,” my aunt called up downstairs in her shrill voice. Despite her high-pitched vocal tone she was a strong woman. A knack for adventuring and embracing the unknown.

“Almost,” I called down, “let me finish up this essay real fast.”

I had already finished the essay that was due on Monday. Sitting up from my chair from behind my rusted desk, I grabbed an old lunchbox featuring Calvin and Hobbes. My partners in crime hid away my darkest secrets. Opening the near pristine metal container, I grabbed a package of cloves and took one out.

I knew this wasn’t the best for my health, but hell, being seventeen means I get to try things out. Maybe it’s not for the best future. In ten years, they’ll find some God bringing cure to every damn disease known to human.

Slipping the clove into my lips, I snapped the match on the end of the cinder box and inhaled the smoke as it sparked to life. Flickering the smoldering stick along my trusty desk, the window gave my room fresh air. A cylinder of smoke pushed through into the world. I watched it fly up into the clouds. My eyes wavered and drew into the clouds. Most days, I found myself staring up at them with no intended desire.

Was it time to break away? My age broke that dream apart. With only a few more months in this school year, I’d enter my senior year of High School by the end. Things would wonderful then, with the lead up to one of the most vast adventures I could ever experience.


The best time of my life. As I’m told.

Taking another intake of smoke, I stared up at the clouds. I knew it was time for my wings to spread out.

What awaits this bushy-tailed young man that I am? Probably exams, alcohol, women, and whole-lotta no sleep.

Smiling with the clove on the corner of my lips I patted my hands together. The roll of excitement vibrated down my muscles.

“Let’s get started,” I mused.