Consectutive Days Lived Well: 3 (provided that I write after I post)

I worked, biked home, worked out, made dinner, went to the grocery store, and started on my taxes. Now I'm going to write for a while and then go to bed. I'm entertaining the possibility of writing a short story before completing the novel so that I have something to show people and maybe to test whether or not I have any potential. Writing is something I want to do; it feels almost like a duty to myself. Also, Emerson said something like, "If you're so lucky as to have Truth pay you a visit, do her the honor of writing it down" (maybe he put it in terms of the muses). Well, I agree with that, and I feel like I was fortunate enough to catch a few glimpes of some real shit, mainly during my time at St. John's, and I want to record it somehow. However, if I don't write, my endeavors would probably go much more smoothly. I never really liked writing, or, rather, I found it rewarding, but the activity itself has never been pleasurable. I'd probably be looking at graduate programs if I weren't working on this. For the time being, it's moving along, but it's painful. Mainly, I've beend dreading my pre-planned writing times. I just hate it when I dread the task. I want to beat that out of myself. It makes me want to vomit.

Consecutive Days Lived Well: 2

Today was another day of rest, but I still accomplished some practical goals. I went shopping, which I typically dread. I got some new underwear, a tighter belt, etc.--that kind of stuff. I'm slowly de-riff-raffing myself. I had an epiphany at Williams Sonoma. One thing that would be great about being rich would be to blow a ton of money on making your kitchen awesome. Having every different kind of gadget and shopping at specialty stores to get top of the line shit from around the world. You'll find me in Di Bruno Bros in Center City one day picking up some shit to make in my world-class, Rittenhouse Square apartment. I also prepared a schedule for myself for the coming week. I cleaned up a little bit too. Just basically getting ready for next week. I envy Dan being in Philly for the weekend.
I want to observe that I feel hella rested right now. I want to start sprinting, in the metaphorical sense, but I need to hold back, use my reason, and stick to my plan. That is how I'll achieve my long-term goals.