Goals and life and whatnot

I was subscribed to the tomes of Steven Covey for a few days on course the other week, to make me an effective person. Apparently being able to provide shelter, food and clothing don’t actually make you this, so I was subject to gross hypocritical analogies, and singing kumbayah for about three long long days.

The end result is that while I felt like more of a hideous calibre of human being for all my lack of proactivity on the intangibles of my life (tongue in cheek), I walked away tripping out over how badly I and others actually communicate to one another, as well as with a small amount of tips to help manage my priorities better. What priorities could I possibly have? Good fucking question…the answer is ‘very few.’

While other people are wigging out over their roles of parent, professional, mentor, volunteer, and other such noble things…I am still finding I have enough time for all things I count as important, but little incentive to use it accordingly.

I made a little time-table for all my ‘big rocks’ — painting, writing, caretaker (animals…it’s the nearest thing I could equate to parenting, and lamely, it does take up a lot of my time–I’ve been spending upwards of two hours everyday outside with the cats– enough time eaten by them sniffing poop and chasing string there, to be considered a priority), sister (what the fuck do I even do for this? I don’t know), Aunt (ok, so the goal here should be that she actually remembers who I am when I visit), Daughter (whatevs man, buy you coffee?), teacher (got it), friend (start being more of one and less of an insular anti-social douche).

So far, other than the sibling/aunt stuff, this has been going relatively well, and while I’d originally planned to map every day out by the minute so I would be so busy I would forget I know no-one in my town and am completely alone outside of work, but somehow, things are still going along at a steady clip, and I’m still getting it all done. I’m finding that actually being cognizant of them, more than anything, is helping.

I’m thinking about maybe volunteering in the community. Part of me is “yay, shake up the monotony” but the other part of me is like, “in the town that’s considering a purely christian stream of public education, k-12…don’t get too fucking comfortable.”

Bento and I went to the Telus World of Science yesterday, and looked at the “Building Bricks” Lego sculpture display. I was pretty impressed by the physicality of it– not the size perse, but the absolutely perfect awareness of balance and proportion he created. Bento sort of burst the bubble a little bit by mentioning the guy probably had some killer 3-d imaging tool, but all the same, it was quite awesome. It made me wish that I hadn’t always played Lego’s so begrudgingly when I was little (with my brother). He always had great ideas of what to build, and wanted to have shoot-em-ups, but I always ended up making long lines of yellow ducks that he would run over with his cars.

The rest of the day was spent meeting lots of strange people and being generally confused and scared by the weirdness of “fending for myself” social interaction. I was a little overwhelmed, I think, having basically not spoken to anyone outside of work, for a whole week.  This, coupled with being with “The Mouth” for a year, has made me realize I should brush up on mingling skills.

One of my goals is to blog twice a week.