Today is one of those days when I'm far too realistic about all of my goals. Not about achieving them so much as my motivation for them. Every little "project" is just some temporary distraction from the fact that I hate it here, and serves no real purpose.
Learn to make Haupia pie? Why? So I can eat it by myself when I'm feeling terribly miserable for one reason or another?
Re-learn German? Let's face it, I'm never going to go to Europe, no matter how much I talk about it. I'm not that kind of Alexandra.
Climbing all of the stairs in my building to get in excellent shape? Okay, exercise is good for the ticker, to be sure. But why do I care what my butt looks like? So I look cute in a swimsuit when I go to the beach with all of my friends?
I haven't given up hope on the ukulele. I did fork out $5 for the chord chart, after all.
Invite people over to eat your pie, or give it to a homeless man on the beach while you show off your bikini-ready butt from climbing on the stairs. But seriously, no one ever says no to pie. Other than me...because I hate cocoanut. So maybe make two kinds of pie just in case.
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