Week 6

I think I do P90X because of my job. And no, not to escape my job. That would make sense. But because I am a GLUTTON for PUNISHMENT.

Ugh.

After a physically exhausting and mentally draining day, I come home, and I push my body to its limit (which often involves me literally collapsing on the floor). Now, most people say exercise relieves stress. But I stress out about getting the DVDs done, about doing my best, about not having any time.

Time. Yes. Time for a change. At this stage in the game, I'm just keeping my fingers crossed, my pinkies up, doing my best and forgetting the rest.

When I was little, people would ask me what I wanted to do when I grew up. I had two answers. 1) Invent Doors (to compete with Bill Gates' Windows) and 2) to be happy.

I'll get there.