Three-Year Plan!

Today is the first day of the next three years of my life.

It’s been in the back of my head for some time, but now I’m moving it to the forefront, putting it out there.  I have a three-year plan.

In three years, I hope to be done with school.  No, not because I hate school.  I enjoy it, really.  I wish I could devote even more time to it, BUT NO, I have this distasteful job taking up my days.  I hope to be done with school because it means I will be out of this loathsome place and starting my new career.

In the next three years, as I work toward that 225 WPM with 98 percent accuracy, I also aspire to get my house in order – de-clutter, get organized, and finish all those unfinished projects.  That’s a long list, let me tell you.  But, relative to the upcoming new career, I will need a home office.  Presently, the guest bedroom is more of a landfill.  I need to do some serious de-cluttering in there (after the rest of the house is straightened out), get rid of the twin bed from my youth (anyone want it?  Dark pine, so 70s, but it’s Broyhill) and possibly the matching desk, and transform the small room to my serene, home sweet home office.  Guests, the sofa and aerobed will have to do.

The last prong of my three-year plan is to lose the weight I’ve gained from being stressed out and deprived of free time to exercise as often as I’d like since I’ve come to work for The Devil.  Yes, that would be a veeerrrrry slow rate of weight loss, but I think it will be for the best.  After all, it’s not like I gained it in one year, so why should I expect to lose it in just one year?

Aside from those three main goals, I also need to get going on Emma’s scrapbook.  In three years, she will be graduating from high school (gasp!  How did this happen?), and it was my intent to give her the scrapbook when she was around 18 or 20.  I need to be ready.  Weren’t we just playing with Barbies last week?  No?  Seems like it.

Then, after my new career is in order, and my house is in order, and my physical fitness is in order, I think I just might go looking for a sweetheart.  There, I said it.  (You have no idea how difficult that was for me to say.)  Take heed, Lala.  Give me the relationship I want in the next three years, or take a hike.  Permanently.  You will be replaced with a more suitable suitor.  Perhaps even before the three years is up.  Yes, my eyes and heart are open to all, but I don’t think I can put forth a concerted effort before school (and the other prongs) are completed.  That’s when the real hunt will begin.  Heh.

I feel a somewhat unfamiliar sense of serenity now that I have my three-year plan.  Goals are good.

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