It’s another beginning. Another attempt. Hopefully, everything I set today would be part of the semester’s routine. I’ve also written several versions of this in my journal although not as many as the number of time I thought of this. As if thinking about it frequent enough would make it a reality. That’s a case for the unending hope that streams from within us. Bordering on delusion and yes, stupidity but I still consider having some hope as a good thing.
Classes start on Wednesday. I still cannot believe I’ve lazed away a whole month. I do feel rested. Perhaps too much. It’s harder to get up in the morning. It took six alarm and three timer settings for me to get out of bed. I hope I do better tomorrow.
This blog is supposed to be about setting goals for August. So here’s the dream:
- cover 50km jog,
- cover 50km on bike,
- post 31 blog entries,
- avoid fast food (softdrinks, fries, etc), and
- attend mass on Sundays.
I really hope I know what I’m getting myself into. This is why I really need to have hope.
