I'm too ambitious for my own good

I make really long to-do lists only to complete less than half of what I originally listed by the end of the day/week/month, etc.  But it's how my mind works, and sometimes (well, often times) I get really upset when I don't complete everything on the list.  But in all reality, everything unfinished tends to roll over into the next period and gets completed later than when I set the goal to complete it.  This is my ever continuous failing attempt to be an overachiever.  I have too many ideas to keep inside my head, so when I write them down, a part of my brain automatically thinks that I then need to actually do everything I write down, which only leads to disappointment.

One of these lists consists of things I'd like to complete before I go out of town for my ginormous family celebration.  Between a birthday, graduation and 25th wedding anniversary, I'm gonna be pretty busy while I'm gone.  But with the work schedule I've given myself, I'm not going to be able to complete everything I'd like to get done.  Which sucks, because someone's going to go hungry this week, as well as having some food go bad due to the nonexistent amount of time to eat it all/prepare any of it.

In recent weeks I've also come to the realization that I'm a workaholic.  It's not that I get addicted to my job, but in all areas of my life, I push myself to the max and I don't allow myself a break.  Even a vacation is like a job to me, because I plan and plan and figure an itinerary for the whole ordeal.  And of course tons of items on my never-ending to-do list never happen, which again gives me disappointment, although it's usually momentarily and I forget about it within a second.  I hardly ever sit down when I'm working on projects, or just doing my job, and when I finally do, I feel like collapsing.

At least I sleep like a rock at night and always get a full night's sleep.

I didn't forget about this blog...I promise

Ever since the culmination of spring semester, my life has been nothing short of chaotic.  But that's all coming to a  low point now, which is fine by me because anymore stress or drama would have put me in a mental hospital.  Not really, but you get the gist.  My baby brother (although I only say that to kid, he's not a baby anymore) graduated high school a couple weeks ago and I'll be traveling back to my parent's to celebrate that along with my dad's birthday and my parent's 25th wedding anniversary.  Pretty big amount of celebrating, but it'll be short-lived with the new position at work I've been given, as well as focusing on getting on top of all the crap following being broke and never having time for anything.

I think honestly what the biggest lesson I've learned is that although I miss the friends who have fallen away in the past year, I can't revert to this person people seem to want me to be.  I've changed drastically all through 2010 and it's only continuing in 2011.  I've finally reached the beginning stages of adulthood and have taken giant leaps away from being a college student depending on all sorts of ways to survive.  But it's a slow process.  I've outgrown so many habits, yet am anticipating going back to doing certain things that have had to take a backseat to the things I need to straighten out.  I can finally have a life that's both fulfilling and busy-not just busy.

Some big news though, I adopted a dog!  My newest addition to my life is a Siberian Husky/Australian Shepherd mutt I've dubbed Atreyu (not after that pathetic band, but after the hero in Neverending Story for those of you who don't get the reference).  My sister is unable to pronounce his name.  Which makes her the only one, but also typical.  I'll have to post pictures later, when I'm on a computer that allows me to upload them.  But he's beautifully blond with almost white blue eyes.  He's probably the best spontaneous decision of my life at the moment.

So aside from getting a big promotion, adding a new member of the family and passing this semester (such a shock to the system), things are getting better.  I'm looking to move into a better, cheaper place back in Uptown since I miss it so much, as well as purchase a different vehicle.  I know I was obsessing about the new lancer, but for the past few months I've been looking at Jeep Wranglers.  Now that I have a big dog, something bigger and beefier seems more appropriate.  I just abhor SUV's or any pick up truck.  YUCK!  I figure a little jeep is sporty and small enough to drive in the city.  Plus people get out of your way when you drive.  But that's for when I'm no longer scrambling to get on top of things.

So life is somewhat good now, looking up, but always there to slap me in the face when I get overly confident in myself.  I'll post more later.