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We’re getting the last round of PUT files – something I’m both grateful and apprehensive about.  I’m grateful because it means I’ll shortly be getting a break from the sup queue at work.  I’m apprehensive because I’m not sure what I’ll end up doing when I no longer have the sup queue to deal with.  It’s mostly been my life for the last several months.  Of course, the sup queue will be back up and running next February/March, so it won’t be a long break by any means.

In other news, surgery still seems to have me a little freaked.  I know the chances are very very small that my doctor finds any unpleasant surprises, but still.  My imagination has been running away with me lately. 

In better news, my patriarchal blessing says that I should set high goals and that I will reach them.  But I’m not sure what goals I want to set.  High goals, at least to me, suggest that you have some idea of what you want out of life.  I’m not to that point yet – I don’t really know what I want, at least not to the point of setting high goals.  I think I underestimate myself though.  I’ve prayed about it and keep coming back to writing (and subsequently getting published) a book.  I’ve thought about it off and on through over the last…nearly 10 years I guess.  I try to sit down and brainstorm and sketch out ideas but I never seem to get anywhere.  Maybe I need to actually set writing a book as a goal, and then let it simmer for awhile.  I’m certainly not going to get anywhere, nor enjoy doing it, if I force the issue.  I’ve always been a creative person, at least in my imagination anyway.  But something always seems to happen to that creativity between my brain and the real world (whether on a computer or a piece of paper).  There seems to be a disconnect there.  Perhaps praying to have that connection established or cleared out is the way to go.

Oh, and this entry makes 33 in a row 🙂

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