Sunny Sunday

It is officially fall. I've worn a scarf and jeans several times this week, and even turned the heat on yesterday. It's been raining a lot. The other night I thought it was almost Christmas. It's strange that I associate driving home from work on empty roads in the cold rain with Christmas. Thankfully it isn't Christmas yet. Today, as I had to go back to work the rain left and it's a beautiful, clear, cold day.

I realized this week that I had completely lost steam on a lot of the things I was dedicated to doing as recently as a few weeks ago. I don't understand why humans are this way. We are so gung-ho one day and then forget the next.

I just started reading "Writing Down the Bones - Freeing the Writer Within." So far it's a good book. That and the sermon I heard this morning are helping me realize that one of my reasons for not doing things I should do, or want to do, is because I want the finished product and don't want to start if I think it won't come out right. If I can't get the first sentence right or develop a complete idea I don't even start writing. If I'm too tired to run as far as I'd like I don't go at all. Identifying a problem is a good start, right?

I cooked pasta today. I had high hopes and a good idea but ended up in too much of a hurry to make it happen. I used the last good leaves off my basil plants (they're dying for some reason), onions, garlic, turkey sausage, and diced tomatoes. I always have a hard time with the balance between pasta and whatever I'm mixing with it. This time it was too much pasta and too little other stuff. I'm also having a hard time finding whole wheat pasta that doesn't feel grainy. Oh well. For dessert I have a piece of the birthday cake Trish made for me since she won't be here in 3 months for the real day.

I normally hate working on Sundays. I miss too much family and rest time. The trip I picked up today was too good to pass up though. I do one 47 min flight and get paid for 7.5 hours of flying. Way to work the system. Scheduling has been infuriating me lately and made me miss some nice family time, but I'm trying to get over it since I've been angry for hours now.

Now I'm going to relax and enjoy a quiet evening in my hotel room in Chattanooga.

Currently reading: Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg