OOOHHHHH THE IRONY

Remember that time I blabbed on and on about “living for today” and “using time more productively”?

I talked a big game about being a be#er person for yourself and making shit happen.

Isn’t it ironic that the last time I posted was right before New Years because, here we go (sigh), I didn’t have time.

Well that was the 2018 me😊�

I have good intentions and I really want to make posting in this blog a better habit. I have a long list of how to be better about it and suggested tips from people who ask when I am going to post again. I totally get it. It's been over A MONTH!

I just wanted to thank anyone who is reading this for your patience and promise to make us both a priority since we are basically dating now. LOL

Leave me a comment below with some hot topics you would like to cover or me to research so you don’t have to.

Until next time.

XOXO

TIME

There is never enough.

I would love to say I am organized and have it all figured

out.

I would love to sit here and say that I don’t have a ton of

laundry, dishes are done and groceries are bought.

I would love to say in three hours when I have to pick up

my 3 year old dinner will be done and the bathroom will

be clean.

I would love to. But it’s not.

I’ll be the first to admit, I am a self proclaimed master

procrastinator, that I will wait to the last minute and

most of the time to the very last second.

There once was a time I was going on a quick Vegas trip

with a friend and I had waited so long to pack that I

ended up not doing it at all.

We had to make a quick Target run when we got there

because I needed to look like I didn’t just sleep on the

strip.

I'm not one to be told what to do or where to go. I have

lived on my own since I was sixteen for that very

reason.

I don’t know if its the confines of time that makes me

want to jump a bridge or lack of respect for time that

makes “ 5 more minutes” my anthem.

I can have a million things to do (like all the mentioned

above) and still find a way to make a temporary

distraction to avoid it all.

Like writing this blog.

New Years is coming up and I was on Instagram reading

peoples resolutions, which are basically empty self

made promises.

I started to think….why not today?

Why wait for the first of the year or Monday or in 5

minutes?

Why wait to better ourselves for ourselves?

Why give ourselves a deadline for bad habits?

Why not just give up the habit of “needing” to mentally

prepare for physical change?

In the new year I hope to be more organized. So I

bought a planner.

In the new year I hope to use time more wisely. So I will

be more productive.

In the new year I hope to make more time for myself. So

I will make me a priority.

These are things I want for myself in 2019. I will make

the most of the time I have in 2018 by changing habits

now so that when january rolls around

I will have already made the changes in myself by

myself for myself. Now I don’t know if my going to the

gym by 8:30 am and using my planner that I

intend to actually use this year will help. But I can at

least try.

I hope that in the new year you are aware that time

goes on and the sun sets whether you wash the dishes

or not. So stop waiting for “5 more minutes” to do them

and just

wash the damn dishes! You’ll have more time and less

stress by just doing what your wasting your time

dreading. I promise. The dishes will be clean and you

will have probably

gained more time in your day being productive because

once we are up, we are up. And lets face it “5 more

minutes” is never just “5 more minutes”.

Here's to the new year and new changes so that at the

end of 2019 we are better then we were at the

beginning

Copy of Book I am currently reading

Long before the specter of terrorism haunted the public imagination, a serial bomber stalked the streets of 1950s New York. The race to catch him would give birth to a new science called criminal profiling.

Grand Central, Penn Station, Radio City Music Hall—for almost two decades, no place was safe from the man who signed his anonymous letters “FP” and left his lethal devices in phone booths, storage lockers, even tucked into the plush seats of movie theaters. His victims were left cruelly maimed. Tabloids called him “the greatest individual menace New York City ever faced.”

In desperation, Police Captain Howard Finney sought the help of a little known psychiatrist, Dr. James Brussel, whose expertise was the criminal mind. Examining crime scene evidence and the strange wording in the bomber’s letters, he compiled a portrait of the suspect down to the cut of his jacket. But how to put a name to the description? Seymour Berkson—a handsome New York socialite, protégé of William Randolph Hearst, and publisher of the tabloid The Journal-American—joined in pursuit of the Mad Bomber. The three men hatched a brilliant scheme to catch him at his own game. Together, they would capture a monster and change the face of American law enforcement.