You 'put something first,' you 'give it priority.' That must mean it's important, significant, worth doing. At least to you, right?

I think my priorities right now, sadly perhaps, are my own health, this journal and social interaction. I'll put something out front for a day or two because I've agreed to it and it needs doing by a deadline. Like getting ready for the benefit or making some kind of arrangements for keeping our place up or travel or something. But when it gets right down to it...after sleeping and eating and other basics...I workout, make social appointments and keep them and write the rather dull results in this WEB space.

If I gave more priority to getting my house and possessions in order or maximizing my income or cooking or writing, then I would have success, whatever that means, in those areas. I think anyway. I mean I think my social life is good, my health is good (so much better than a year ago) and, well, the journal marches on. Because, yes, it's a priority with me.

What I don't know is whether these are the right priorities. Perhaps when I reach the eleven month or even one year anniversary of retirement I'll review the goals and resolutions again. I do think that my health is contributing to accomplishing other things although the exercise program is a time-consuming thing. I think interacting with other people, going to movies, plays and performances and all that is something that enriches me. About the journal. Well, it feels more like an addiction. A form that's useful for other goals (the food and exercise diary and health and mood guage) but, beyond that, is probably a time-waster. Of course, it's become less than it was in the area of actual writing. (I think so anyway.) Unless you count forcing yourself each day to say something about not writing anything else.

 

 

 

 

 

When I woke up, all the cramping in my shoulders and chest was completely gone. I slept hard and late. (Workmen in the yard awoke me about 8am.) Of course, I stayed up late, too.

Physically I'm fine but I feel anxious and on edge. Workmen, maids, computer woes, the city putzing around in the street out front...that's why. That and thinking about the city's ridiculous plan to plant plants in the street to control traffic...that gets your blood pressure up. (This may work but the cost seems excessive.) That and worrying about renting or selling the building. I shouldn't let things get on my nerves, I really shouldn't. I won't even remember what I was worrying about in a month or six months or a year..

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