I’m not on pace for 25 but I’ve been reading more than usual lately and if the trend continues I should be able to manage it by year’s end. I read more—I do more of everything I want to do—when I’m happy and productive and so I have been.
Read in 2009 so far:
1. The Bell—Iris Murdoch (does this count if I began it last August? :/ better shoot for 26)
2. Someone at a Distance—Dorothy Whipple
3. No Bells On Sunday: The Journals of Rachel Roberts
4. The Well of Loneliness—Radclyffe Hall
5. Good Evening, Mrs Craven: The Wartime Stories of Mollie Panter Downes
6. First Love—EM Delafield
7. Dodsworth—Sinclair Lewis
May 27, 04:09PM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
Well I could probably cross this off the list. I’ve learned to MANAGE my money beautifully. Between new-found mint.com (SIGN UP, it’s amazing) and my homegrown spreadsheet and never missing payments anymore and never charging on my credit cards anymore and taking charge by closing my useless .01% interest savings account to open a 1.65% savings account and opening my first 401(k) soon & understanding what it is, I’ve become terribly good at this, and I’m more than a little proud of myself. Still I feel my finances are in too much of a shambles—well-managed, but in a shambles!—to feel right saying I’ve done this.
I can still feel capable and proud about it, though, and I do.
May 27, 04:01PM PDT | 0 comments
Do I do this? Do I not? Here I have a job I love—is it enough? Do I keep looking? If they paid me, say, $4000 more I’d stay forever… this is fine, this is slightly challenging and slightly below me, this is very, very uncertain…
I’m not working on my resume and cover this week. Nor the next. But—
May 27, 03:51PM PDT | 0 comments
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