I started drinking alone. Ok that statement might be misconstrued so let me explain. I used to think that the idea of people drinking alone was kind of, well, pathetic. It’s supposed to be a social activity! I don’t down shots or hard alcohol or anything that extreme. But I’m comfortable having a beer with my carne asada fries (mmmm) or a glass of wine with my chicken at supper. It helps that I found a tasty beer and type of wine that I like and doesn’t really taste like beer or wine.

I recently started running. Yeah I know, big whoop. But if you knew me, I have no stamina or endurance. I used to get tired riding my bike from my apartment to campus at Davis. And when I did go to the gym regularly, I would avoid the treadmills like the plague. So now in an effort to be healthier and get some exercise, I picked up running around my neighborhood. Ok, maybe it’s more like half speed walking and half jogging.

I’ve started to strike up conversations with random strangers. Or at least try to. A friend on a recent trip inspired me to do so.  How else am I going to ever meet new/interesting people? But I’ve never been that bold or confident. He says all it takes is a little time. Easier said than done, right? Still I’ve got to try and step out of my comfort zone, even if it’s just for a little bit.

I’m trying to stop sweating the small stuff. I’m the kind of person that cares way too much and thinks every thing has a double or hidden meaning. But I would never speak up. It would just fester within and eventually that frustrated feeling would diminish slowly and be replaced by some new annoyance. However there are so many things that were beyond my control – that sluggish car on the freeway, the messes my roommates leave in the kitchen, the person who insists on taking the elevator for one floor, how men and women are treated differently at my job, etc. I’m trying to rise above and be the better person. 

I think I'm finally going to get a place of my own. My landlord is kicking me out. So I'm going to try and find my own apartment. I've always lived with someone - at home home, in the dorms even though I had a single, I practically lived on the second floor with the guys, and then when I moved to LA. But it's gotten to be too much drama having roomies, especially recently. And I think I've gotten to the point where I'm probably too old to say I live with roommates. I used to be scared of living alone too. But I just gotto buck up and do it. Hopefully I can find some place I like. *crosses fingers*