Read Me Repeatedly, Khona!

Well, thought I'd let everyone know I'm not dead. I had the flu for a couple days which evolved into one heck of a bout of bronchitis, which I'm still battling but I'm on meds and things are looking up. Missing so many classes has not been enjoyable- it really is easy not to do anything when you feel ill and can't walk across the yard without wheezing and coughing.

My lack of participation these last couple weeks has got me thinking about what I want to do differently next year. Oddly enough, it's the same things that I wanted changed this year but just didn't. So logically, its my approach and commitment levels that need an adjustment. So, how to do this? I have a plan. Oddly enough, its a plan that I've heard about before. It's a strange concept called accountability...

My grand plan is to get one other individual on board to be my cheer team and butt whooper when required. I offer my services as cheerleader and reality checker in exchange. Weekly get togethers if possible, number crunching on a regular basis, running and/or biking buddy moments. The logic behind only one individual is this- too many and getting together gets difficult. Others of course would be welcome to join in, but not necessary. And I'm talking about getting things done other than what we have time for on Fridays. Maybe burn a little more gas but that isn't something I'm not already used to.

I have not given up on this year, but I woefully recognize all the lost and wasted time. I'm good a procrastination. Tangent- I've always done my best when under pressure to meet a deadline, preferably one that is unrealistic. In university I took my prof's advice once and worked on my term paper months in advance, checking and polishing and researching. I almost failed. All other papers that I put together two days before they were due (all one billion pages) I aced. So practice makes perfect. Unfortunately I've perfected the art of procrastination.

So there it is. A grand plan laid out just waiting to be executed. Still I worry, it's not the first time I've decided to change my pace and failed.

Oh, the title is a reminder to me. So I can scroll through my past posts and catch my attention in the future... my past self (which is currently my present self) talking to my future self (which will then be my present self too)... woah, messing with the space-time continuum!