Remember we all have our own dragons to slay. What you see online is just a small peek into the big picture. We are all fighting some sort of battle, every day is NOT a good day, we are all human beings.
I am 100% guilty of only posting the good on Facebook – do you really think 500 of my closest friends and family members need to know that I am 5’7, weigh 135 pounds, and because of my upbringing I see myself as fat? Or that I will probably always feel that way no matter how much weight I lose or how strong and lean I get?
How about the fact that I own a successful and thriving business, but I dress like a hobo because I am too insecure about my body to wear anything other than yoga pants and t-shirts.
I know I can run for miles and miles pretty darn fast for a newbie, I can lift a boatload of weights, I have the mental fortitude to get through any physical challenge that anyone can throw at me – but I hold on to so much guilt from things I’ve done in my past that I can’t even go home and visit my family without needing a week of mental recovery.
Something about these long, warm June days makes me want to slow down, slow everything down. My motivation melts like an ice cream cone in a child’s hand on a bench, in a park, in the ripples of sun that cast themselves down on us through the screen of shimmering, green leaves.
I come to my computer: to write, to work, to pay bills–activities that I allow my mind to label “chores,” activities that I approach with more anxiety the longer I procrastinate on them.
You see, as the days lengthen, with light stretching itself long into evening, far past 9:00, I feel that time itself is lengthening, stretching its legs, slowing, pausing.
I am swimming in memories of the summers of my youth, when it seemed the days lasted forever, and the beginning of the next school year felt a lifetime away. I spent those long, hot days among stacks of library books, hungry for words, turning pages quickly, eager for the other-world escape a child finds so easily between the pages of a book.
Don’t put money in any investment product you can’t explain to a seventh grader! Never put money in anything you don’t understand!”
Dave Ramsey practically screams this advice on the new version of the Financial Peace University lesson on investing. There is no uncertainty in his words or his voice. Critics of Dave Ramsey, and even quite a few of his fans over at My Total Money Makeover message boards, say Dave’s investing advice is either “too simplistic” or just wrong.
To people who are much more investment savvy, Dave’s investing advice probably does sound wrong or oversimplified. But for folks like me, who just don’t have much learning or background in investing, that is a start, as long as we follow his basic advice quoted above. Perhaps Dave Ramsey’s critics would be mollified by the next quote:
At 8.30 am I woke to the sound of my alarm clock. I was due on placement at 10 am but on Wednesday I almost passed out because the office has no air conditioning. Today it’s even warmer than Wednesday so there was no way that I was going to sit in an office a green house and sweat my life away… not for anybody.
But I didn’t go back to bed, no. I got up and pottered around the house for a bit. I replied to endless amounts of e-mails, and went through my reader at a fairly slow pace. Then I decided to check my bank balance. What a way to depress you into oblivion.
I have $45 to last me until Monday. I have petrol to buy, and my phone bill to pay. This leaves me with $3 for the whole weekend. Go me? I resigned myself to the fact that I’d just spend the time doing cheap things i.e. gardening, reading, and crawling under the covers. But wait. Then I opened my little budget spreadsheet, and felt even more depressed.
Since the birth of my fitness loving alter ego “Pe Tank Ass” – being physically active without limits has been something I’ve strived for. Though I have a pretty sweet home gym set up going on in my basement, housing stacks of plates, barbells, racks, benches, and the like, last year I kind of went bat crap for running, and in turn, I am now 3 months out of my first ultramarathon.
Not just run in a straight line ultramarathon either. Big ass mountains and stuff. Finishing this 50k in under 8 hours is supposedly a rockin’ time. So, I qualified for this in October and committed the week after. Fast forward to a month later where I busted my ankle to high hell and spent my month where I was supposed to be acclimating to the weather and starting ultra training instead I was gimping around and eating anything that didn’t eat me first.
Fast forward to the end of December when I decidedly was healed, but running outside for long distances was neither productive or pleasurable. Fast forward to today where I still am trying to come to terms with the fact that I will be training at the YMCA on days when the temperature is below 35 degrees.
Well, now. When I accepted the invitation to guest blog here at Crazy Like a Fox, I thought it would be easy to come up with a non-political topic (Fox didn’t forbid me to discuss politics, but I said in advance that I’d do something different and she thought that was a good idea). Now, after a long period of staring at the keyboard, I have to confess …
I got nothing’.
Well, almost nothing’. I’ve got a little something’ that’s not quite political and that doesn’t amount to much and which will probably seem trivial and trite when I trot it out (say that three times, real fast). But it’s something’, anyway. So I’ll go with it:
I’ve got it easy.
Political bloggers have their material brought up by room service every weekday morning. All we have to do is click on Google News or go over to Technorati to see what the top searches are, and we’re set. A good political blogger can just pick a random news story and use it as a launch platform to tell the rest of you (those who don’t nod off) why we are right, why “they” are wrong and why you are stupid if you don’t agree.
It’s like falling off a log, really.
The rest of you have to work at it.
Imagine a picture of Alaska. Arkansas looks much the same, except for the glaciers and jagged 14,000′ peaks. It’s a lovely picture, and if you click on it, you can see a larger version. It’s worth it. Don’t worry, I’ll wait.
When the gracious Fox asked if I would write a guest column, I was thrilled to the icy core of my Alaskan heart. Actually, in Alaska, our hearts don’t beat, just ooze enough anti-freeze to oxygenate our brains.
She asked what my topic would be. I searched my mind, and figured it out – the Axis of A. Arkansas, Alaska, heck, these states were made to be blogged about together. So, I did a quick list: how are these states the same? I’ve actually visited Arkansas once, and so consider myself an expert on everything Arkansan. That made it easy to compile this list:
I am inspired by LingLing’s post that never will be to tell share a little of my dating horrors.
After the breakup of my second marriage, when I felt that I was ready to start dating again, I started going to the clubs with my new roommate and I also placed a personal ad with Yahoo Personals. A met a couple of really nice guys, but the majority of the men I met were real jerks.
I met a guy named Brian at a club one night and danced with him a couple of times, but for the most part, he spent most of the evening hanging out with his buddies. That didn’t bother me at all as I really wasn’t interested in him. My roommate and I got tired and decided to go home. As I passed this gentleman and his friends on my way out the door, he stopped me and asked if I was leaving. When I told him I was going home, he offered to walk me out to the car. When we got out to the car he swooped in on me like a vulture. His kiss was like making out with a Hoover with teeth. He literally had my entire mouth inside of his and I had bite marks on my upper lip. After this wonderful kiss, he then asks me to stay there with him and he would buy me breakfast in the morning. (more…)
Well, let me first say that I had a very difficult time deciding what I was going to write about here in my guest post. It’s not that I had a hard time trying to come up with something but more like I just had too many ideas and couldn’t pick which one to go with. At first I was planning to write about how I became an asshole, an exciting tale which takes place in Bangkok and involves dancing Thai girls, wacky Japanese business men, a gay tourist guide (who is probably related to this guy) and a passing reference to ping pong balls.
Then I thought maybe it would be better to post about how “Brad works in mysterious ways” which is a touching story of how I used my great “assholiness” to save a party from ruin and restored the loving bond between a mother and her son. Ideas were just swirling around in my head and after careful consideration I’ve decided to go with “Why lesbian blogs are so popular with men”. I know it has nothing to do with the other two but it just popped into my head after recently burning a lesbian blog which is in the Top 50 at Battle of the Blogs.
I can’t believe it’s September already! Where did my summer go? And certainly, when will it start feeling like fall? I am pretty much over the humidity, and last week I felt like I was borderline heat stroke every time I set off for my early morning 10 a.m.-ish runs. Either way, just as I always do, I am taking the opportunity to start off a fresh month with a fresh new set of goals. This month though, I’m doing things a little differently than I have in the past.
This month I’m not focusing on miles or pounds.
I’m not thinking in calories or macros, “after pictures” or visible abs…