I always love the first day of a new month. The anticipation of the unknown, of what may happen for you/us/me. New month, full of potential and a chance to maybe right a wrong or follow through on something that you have let go by way of the "maybe later" projects. Anything is possible. At least, that's how I always feel at the beginning of a new month. But somewhere between the 1st and the last day of the month, fear, disappointment and maybe even despair takes over me. Why? Well it's simple really. If I set ridiculous goals or expectations for myself and fall short, I am a failure. At least, in my eyes I am. Oh come on, you know full well that we are our own worst critic. Anyway, I have a couple of goals this month that I hope to meet. Wish me luck.
How about you? What goals or expectations do you have, if any, for this month? Besides the killer tan and the bikini/speedo body I mean. heh.
In other news, the Astros are have been in first place since April. No I'm not kidding and yes, it's kind of a big deal. -um hello? this hardly ever happens. Oh who am i kidding? It never happens. I'm all kinds of proud right now that's for sure. And for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, I am a HUGE baseball fan. Specifically, a Houston Astros fan. Have been since I was about 7 years old. Our record has been, how should I put it? Less than stellar the past few years so for us to even be in first place and in the American league no less, well, that's kind of huge. So pardon me if my being giddy gets out of hand. There's still four months left in the season, more if they make it to the playoffs. Oh but to dream...
The bewitching hour is almost upon me, so I will say good night. Tomorrow is going to be a great day, I'm off on Friday for the long holiday weekend and I see beach, sand and sun in my future.