March 2017

1 April 2017

March was boring. Relative to the last few months, I did little of interest to anyone other than me.

 

This month allowed me to acclimate to my new work and get situated at my new residence. I did some spring cleaning in multiple regards–environmentally via Craigslist sales and Goodwill donations, mentally via cutting back personal projects , physically via dental and optometric exams, professionally via resume cleanup, digitally via server consolidation, and spiritually via bad habit kicking. Isn’t that exciting?

 

I had acquired the bulk of my living room furniture for $9 when living in Schenectady. I’ve travelled with it since, but with my now slightly smaller apartment, I was better off without it. The same went for a pile of old t-shirts and a microwave. Moving apartments a lot generates a deal of excess. Some units have microwaves, some don’t. Some have balconies and others dryers. As such, each move leaves you with excess in some things and a shortage in others. One of these current shortages was a living room rug. After a beloved trip to Ikea, I stand behind the Dude: It really tied the room together.

 

This March was the Lenten season, so I was inspired to kick bad habits and hold a series of personal retrospectives. The result: A realization that I waste an inordinate amount of time on personal projects that yield more headache than value. I’m now trying to divert that energy into cultivating better holistic health. I scheduled my annual appointments to get new contact lenses and an inspiration to floss. So far, I’ve been consistent enough for my gums to stop bleeding. Small wins. I also cleaned up my digital life. Rather than spending $30/month on highly customizable virtual servers to host my blogs, I switched to HostGator for a 3-year shared contract at a quarter of the price. Did I mention this post was sponsored?

 

But it wasn’t a wholly boring month. On the weekend, I explored the surrounding landscape. From wandering about Mount Diablo–the ~4000 ft mountain that overlooked San Ramon–to the hills of Las Trampas, I can now say that the idyllic rolling green hills are just as majestic to the touch. It’s a beautiful area that inspires me from the inside out.