Wednesday, December 30, 2009

One of those Gym People

Well, I did it. With the parents' help, I just joined a gym. I'm going to be one of THOSE people. No, I don't think that I will run a marathon, or get all hyped up on energy smoothies, or open a yoga studio. But hopefully I will try to balance out the fact that I can't afford organic, fresh fruits and veggies or convenient Lean Cuisines for emergencies (ie lazy times), and still be able to lose some weight on tuna sandwiches, apples, bananas, and cottage cheese.

Do you think it's cheating to drive to a gym that's .8 miles away, since I'll be working out there anyway? What if the wind chill is below zero?

Sunday, December 27, 2009

An End of 2009 Confession

I am gripped by fear of graduating and publication submission. I have thus far been choosing to listen to the half of my faculty who tell me to wait until I graduate. But who says graduation will magically turn on a confidence switch? I haven't even been seriously pursuing freelance assignments. What's my problem? Is it something I can actively turn around in 2010 or will I be writing a similar confession next year?


Well, if the first step is admitting you have a problem...my name is Kate, and I have no confidence in my chosen career path.


Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Hence, Haiku

Looking back at my last three blog posts, I realized that all I've been doing is writing haiku. I don't even consider myself a poet, nor do I write other poems outside the realm of the blogophere. But sometimes the things I want to say are too big, or too obvious, or too whiny for prose. Hence, haiku.

I do have some ponderings in the works, so I shall be posting those shortly. In the meantime,

How I love to say
quite a bit in fewer words
to keep you guessing.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

To Melt a Glacier

Sometimes it seems like
trying to melt a glacier
with a hair dryer.

You try anyway,
even though you will be pained
from hard work unpaid.

You try anyway,
'cause maybe you'll discover
a secret weakness.

And maybe you won't.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Haiku for a Good Wednesday

The boy never saw
the tiny mushroom behind
the giant oak tree.

How he would have missed
its succulent, hearty taste
had the oak not fall'n.