1000

I write a lot. I have the numbers to prove it. This is post 1000 on this blog. It only took me a year and a half. Do I have a lot to say? Not really. I'm not as articulate on social commentaries as I would like to be. I tried. It just gets to the point where I don't much care for the topics. I end up talking about myself a lot. Which is normal for a diary type thing.

I suppose there is something a little deeper about that. What does it matter what happens in the world if I don't really care to write about myself. I like going back to random times in the last two years to see what I've written before. A lot of time I honestly can't remember I've written things like that. It's like a time capsule for me. It's a constant reminder that I'm a work-in-progress.

I think the best advise I've gotten in the last few years is to make lists. If I've learned nothing else. I am impatient. The only way I can be motivated is to see I've made progress. I think the most gratifying thing in the world is to check things off the lists I've made.

It takes 28 days to form a habit. I have the whole excessive shopping thing leashed in this month. So far. I got pretty creative with it I think. I know what my weakness is. Although the number of categories seems to be a little excessive, it makes a lot of sense for me. If I'm going to have to separate them into segments anyway, then why not do it ahead of time. I've become an Quicken addict. I think that's one of those things that is good to be addicted to. The thing is, I'm not obsessing about how little I have, I'm obsessing about how much progress I'm making. It makes me happy.

I'm not sure what my point is in all of this. Just killing some time until I can go home and watch the Sharks I suppose.