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Project Lu 03/10/14

Howdy folks!

I am being very naughty by writing this as it is nearly midnight and I am working at 6am in the morning. Alas I can't sleep for three reasons.
1. Despite not being afraid of spiders, this evening one bigger than my hand scuttled across the hallway into either my bedroom or my housemates room. He may be under my bed as I type this. That thought is creepier yhen anything from Dr. WHO... imagine if it crawled into my mouth while I'm sleeping. Ewwwww....

2. Tomorrow I am going to St. Andrews with my lovely pal Claire for dinner, fireworks and celebrity stalking. Whoop!

3. I have compiled my list for Project Lu and I am excited to share it!!

While chatting to a friend of mine during the week he asked me if the aim of Project Lu was to find me a man. I assure you now, it is not. The task is what it says on the tin. Project Lu. It is an opportunity for me to appreciate myself, and someone else wishes to jump aboard the Lu appreciation train then that is fine by me. But it is not the aim. Just a delightful booster.

I feel my head has been up in the clouds a bit lately. Or down in the dumps. I have been bored. Stressed. Focusing on people who don't deserve as much focus. Daydreaming about a man who at best tolerates me. Probably mostly down to boredom.

So project Lu is coming to plan. I need to set some SMART targets for this but in my head I would just like it to be in full swing by my birthday in April.

So what have I chosen?

1. Take a dance class
2. Learn British sign language
3.Take up rock climbing (I'm not the best with heights
4.Stop smoking. For good!
5. Learn to play golf in the land of its birth
6. Pass my driving test
7. Become a strong swimmer
8. Volunteer for my store charity
9. Take part in an endurance event (to be decided later)
10. Lose 60 pounds.


The challenge will be to make the time to do this. But I am determined. I will be taking a wee break from Facebook to stop me from lounging around all day.

If anyone wants to support these challenges or thinks they can add to the project, please can you let me know.

Now I really must go to sleep.
A bientot!!! 💜

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