Goals (revisted) and Dreams (the bad kind)

In case you're wondering, this is how I spend a lot of my time.

Sleeping with Willa Cather.  So to speak.  Here's one of life's greatest cruelties:  how is it that I can fly through 3 books a week, for fun, but it takes me practically a lifetime to read one 300-page book for class?  Especially when I have a presentation and a paper riding on this.  (!!!)  Twenty percent of my final grade.  (!!!)  I bet I only average 20 pages an hour.  It's especially hard when G is sitting next to me, making up songs about Lucy, and A-peep keeps beating me (badly) at Words with Friends.

I am trying trying trying to keep on top of my goals these days.  Which is to say, simply remembering that I have goals.  So I don't wake up at age 60 without accomplishing anything with my life or in my house.

The shelf dedicated to school, work, and tutoring projects.  (With an old, old pic of the lovebirds.)

On the upside, I've tackled our taxes, painted the guest bathroom, and managed to stay employed.

On the downside... it turns out that as part of my requirements for the MA, I have to prove proficiency above the second-year level of a foreign language.  The super unrealistic achieving part of me is all about revisiting my French.  I double majored in it wayyyyy back in the day, and I'm thinking that with a little coaxing, my lingual faculties won't let me down.  Comment dit-on "stupid idea" en francais?

So my goals have gone a little something like this lately:

December 2013
**Start studying French - find a speaking partner or tutor.
**Concentrate on finding a new job.

January 2014
**OK, time for French.  Start the Rosetta Stone program.
**Buy an app for phone?

February 2014
**FRENCH!  Start the Rosetta Stone program.
**Buy an app for phone?
**Start on this!  Do not pay to take college classes!
**Stop ignoring this goal!

Anyhoo.  I need to get on that so I can like, graduate, when that time rolls around. 

Lucy's only goal starts with a "t" and ends with "reat."

Also - and I knew this would happen - since I started school, the ridiculous dreams have started up again.  You know the ones I'm talking about, the ones that literally take years to subside after you graduate from college.  Like, the one where you think you dropped a class, and haven't attended it all semester, and then realize you never dropped it, and you now have an F on your transcript?  Yeah.  It's so fun.

Well, lately, my recurring dream is that I'm in high school band again.  (Long live band geeks!)  It's the homecoming football game and I have a trumpet solo that I forgot all about.  We are literally marching onto the field when I realize that I don't know the music, and haven't played my trumpet in a decade.  Cold sweat.  It's getting ridiculous.

And on that note, time to get back to Willa.

 
Wish me luck on my presentation this week!