Progress Report: One Month Into 2015

I am one month into 2015.   On December 30, 2014, I wrote the following entry into my journal.

They say that studies show that people who write their goals down are more likely to accomplish them...
In 2015 -
* get my passport
* join a fitness center and go at least 3 times a week
* get my ass organized at home and school
* take a REAL vacation
* post to Finding Miss Marjorie at least 1 time a week.
* attend a USMC Educator Workshop
* become a Google Certified Teacher
* Claim my "Kick ASS Life!"

Progress Report:
Passport:  have printed the application and it is in my desk at school.

Fitness Center: have not joined.  Partly because of needing the available funds and the other, I have had a sinus infection that will not go away.  BUT, I have reconnected on Facebook with a former student that happens to be a certified personal trainer.  Problem, I live about 75 miles from the gym that he has in North St. Louis.   We have talked and I am working to get access to the weight room at school on the weekends.

Organized:  I have purged a couple boxes at home and have organized my office at school.  I tossed a lot of stuff that I could not figure out why I even still had it.  The home and the office are not completed but a significant dent has been made.  Basically, a work in progress.

REAL Vacation:  been thinking about that one.  It just might be paired with the the USMC Educator Workshop...still waiting for the dates on that one, but application has been submitted to the local recruiter that asked me to apply.

Google Certified:  Honestly, money and just have not taken the time out to do it.

Claim my "Kick ASS Life!":  SLACKER here.  I had a series of texts between a good friend last night that has been my rock through my divorce and all that has followed.  She is amazing.  She, like I have, has been focusing on her career and raising her child.  She, like I have, has been ignoring taking care of herself.   As I have previously written, I discovered this book by Andrea Owen's "52 Ways to Live a Kick-Ass Life."  Our conversation culminated this morning with her having the realization that she must work on herself first and that she doesn't have to conform or sacrifice for any person to love her.   I figured that out about October, that I was and am worthy of being deeply and unconditionally loved by someone just as much as I deeply and unconditionally love.   In March, I met a guy (we will just call him Zander because it means "protector of mankind.") that I had been talking to from a dating site.  Throughout the year, we have texted and met a couple of times.   But in October, I was contacted by another guy that I had not talked to in at least 8 months.  I even asked him it he texted me because he stumbled onto my number while he was cleaning out phone numbers.  He was honest and said yes.  This was a guy that only wanted to have a physical relationship.   I know myself well enough to know that is just something I am not capable of.  No matter how tough my exterior comes off as, I am a typically female in that physical intimacy also involves a great deal of feelings for the other person.  In those situations, I wear my heart on my sleeve.   We met, had lunch, and there was no chemistry there.  I have not heard from him since and that is perfectly fine.   No ill feelings, have a nice life.  After meeting with guy with no chemistry, Zander and I met up for a hike through a local conservation site.  I told him that I had to thank him because I have realized that I don't have to compromise myself just to be loved by someone because that simply isn't love.   That because he has treated me with respect and been straight forward that everything starts with a friendship, that I met up with guy with no chemistry and was confident and knew that the next person that I let have my heart and let my walls down for will have to earn their way into my world.  I don't have to compromise who I am just to have someone care about me in any form of a relationship.  That it is all based on a solid foundation.  

So, I asked my struggling girlfriend if she would like to join me on this journey of claiming my KICK ASS life and she has accepted the challenge.