If I am going to have dreams, not goals exactly, but dreaming about having something or going some, any old place, or being and doing something new.
I am still discouraged about the exam. Stuck. With every day that passes I am more convinced that my performance on that exam was not enough. I am still obsessing about how prepared I thought I was, how I was going to breeze through the two hours that the exam was estimated to take, and maybe not ace it or anything, but do well and do it with relative ease. Four fails on one project. I have to let this go.
So, anyway, I have a dream about where I want to live. The cost of living there is beyond my ability to earn that kind of money, even should someone be foolish enough to pay me a couple of hundred dollars an hour, with overtime for any hours over twenty in a week.
I figure that since that dream will never come true, I might as well dream big, huge, ginormous, insanely large. So, I am. I am dreaming large.
It sure does take the pressure off.
I heard that condom commercial again today. It really is triple and not dribble, but I kind of like my mistaken version of it.
CoolCat seems better, more lively today. I gave him a new food dish today, one that I am hoping will keep his kibble in the container instead of all over the floor, pushed by that sweet, little, pink nose. Anything outside the current bowl is deemed inedible. He would rather go hungry than eat any of it and is not the teeniest bit shy about letting me know that even the thought of taking one bit of food is unreasonable, and, what the heck must I be thinking...like, J, did you just meet me?
No, we have been buds for a long time, but I never give up hoping to find a solution to the out-of-the-bowl-food problem. CoolCat, just try to work with me here, O.K.?
I bet that if I smeared canned, wet food on the kibble gathering dust on his mat, that we might have a significantly different dynamic. Ah, who am I kidding. That precious guy rules me. I am putty in his paws.