We Are Okay, We Are Alright

You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want.

– Margaret Young

My accomplishments, if weighed by some imaginary scale, are low today. I started a hat for my sister, walked one kilometer (approximately .65 miles, but it was on a 6 incline), cleaned the kitchen and did three loads of dishes... Mostly I day dreamed, and actually slept.

I have come to the conclusion that I am in need of several things before I get myself into an actual healthier lifestyle. One of those things is a loud, hopefully very annoying, alarm clock. I need a diary to schedual my days, and possibly a wall calendar, because I can honestly say that half the time I don't notice what day it is let alone what I am accomplishing, if anything.

My goals for the upcoming month are as follows:

1. Stabilize my sleeping patterns.
2. Have a more healthy eating regime
   -including adding a meal and proper snacks to my list of things to eat
3. Use the treadmill when I wake up in the morning, and before I go to sleep (at the very least).
4. Find a god damned hula hoop to use at least five times a week at an hour each (I want to get good at it, this number may increase.)
5. Set time away each day for my art
6. Get involved in the artist community here in Auckland, even if it's just looking and critiquing others art here in the city.
7. Read three books.
8. Help motivate others in their goals, and in general be a more supportive friend.

Tomorrow is mothers day here in New Zealand, so to my mother and all mothers out there, Happy Mothers Day. I hope your day finds you with hope, joy, and love.

-A.E.

Soothed

A peculiar, almost ominous, mist seemed to have set out last night in Auckland. It was almost all encompassing, and due to the streetlamps and the lights, the sky was tinged red. While quite beautiful it was eerie, almost disturbing. My sister thought to bring up the mist at least six times, and once more for good luck at three in the morning when we headed to our bedrooms to get ready for sleep.

I found myself, like many other nights, unable to sleep until the sun peeked over the horizon and greeted us with another day. There is something serene about the early morning, the twilight stretching across the land as the sun rises, bird chirping in the distance, and the general sounds of early morning activity that knock me out. As well, probably, as the fact that the beauty of the night, and the mystery of the darkness have ceased to hold it's grip over me.

As I fell into sleep, I began to think at what seemed to be a prolonged rapid speed, some thoughts coming to the foreground. On thought in particular seemed fairly important: To be healthier you need to sleep earlier than sunrise.

Is it really healthier to sleep at night if you get the same amount of hours of sleep in the day time?

Most of my day has been dedicated to thinking, knitting, and using stumbleupon to increase my knowledge of useless crap that I will probably never need for my field of study. It was fun though.

--A.E.