I am a heavenly potat.

I think I set the wrong goals for this week. I set useless goals like:

1. Learn more about how to use a blog thing.
2. Figure out what approach I’m going to take when turning my real goals and efforts into blog posts.
3. Get in the habit of accomplishing something every single day.
4. Don’t yell at the ambient people meanwhile.

I now realize my goal for this week should have been to learn how to make it so the tab button makes an indent instead of sending my cursor to reside somewhere in the aether so I spend half of my time recounting my spaces. (Was that the 7th space? That’s the right number for imitating what I thought tab buttons do, right?) Unfortunately, I went with the first goal list, so that is what I’ll be going with today.

(1, 2… 6, 7 spaces!) As I’ve been planning in my mind what I’m going to post about, I realized that having such a long list of ways I am going to become completely awesome makes it a little hard to write a coherent post. I could have a paragraph for each area, but that would be even longer and more rambling than usual, and I don’t want anyone to have to call off work Wednesday to make time to read the thing. I decided to focus first on getting things clean and organized because it’s just barely possible that it may be easier to remember to exercise, eat healthier, and wear the clothes that make me feel good instead of “laundry day” clothes if, y’know, it could no longer be perpetually laundry day and my exercise routine didn’t involve finding my yoga mat before actually using the thing. Which is a really pretty blue. … Or purple. … Teal? We haven’t seen each other in a while, I’m not really certain.

For coming off a rough stretch, I think I’ve done fairly ok. I have at least touched on all of my goals, the local fauna has been lulled into a belief that I am a patient human, (minus the occasional “Shut up please, dog”) and there are rooms of my house I would invite people into on purpose. I did yesterday repeat my tendency to work as hard as I can until I can’t and then collapse into a fried potato the next day. Steak fries, in case anyone’s curious. I’m a bit too substantial to be a shoestring potat. To respond to that, I made a mental list of small to moderate tasks to help me respect the tired without losing motivation or progress, and I have another thought that I’ll probably develop more before I really post about it. Quick side note. I looked up “potat” to be certain it was allowed to be used outside of cute corgis and found an alternate definition. A name meaning: “Heavenly creature descended from the stars”. (Which, let’s be honest, that’s probably still a corgi) Thank you, random Florida denizen for that suggestion. “Descending from the stars” is a much more poetic state than, “collapsed into an unholy amalgamation of person and recliner”.