I don't know what it is about Friday night, but I always want to write. I gotta say, the past month or so has been pretty intense. Work was insane. Finishing up my little side project story was emotionally draining. Talking about the past so much was not fun. But I got 'er done and I feel really good about that. And now I have 10 days off. I'm really bad at being off, I keep trying to supress the urge to check my work email already. And it's only Friday night. I think I'm going to have separation anxiety!
I came home, and to distract myself I got out my credit card and started buying stuff with my company's money. Pay my BlackBerry bill? Check. How about 3 months of unlimited yoga sessions? I have so much un-used fitness allowance, why not? (Plus I've been getting lazy.) Hmmm. Might as well book 2 sessions with my therapist next week since I haven't seen him in ages. Signed up for a Creative Writing course that starts in September. With the economy the way it is, you know we aren't getting a raise and the bonuses will be shitty. And there's way too much work stress. But after having expensed all that, I think that maybe my job isn't all that bad. Oh, I forgot. I should get a massage since they pay for that too. And my neck hurts.
Before the big story comes out, I need to figure out how to get more readers. So as internet-dummy as I am, I figured out how to add "share" buttons on the side of my blog. PLEASE, if you read something you like, hit the buttons and send it to your FaceBook, twitter, Google+. Sign up for email alerts. If I could spend an evening figuring out how to do that, you can spend 10 seconds on the follow through. I will love you forever, promise. :)
I'm reading a new book (I know, I know, I already have 2 others on the go) but it's sooooo good! It's called "Is Work Killing You?" and I definitely recommend it. Honestly, I started reading it on Monday, and I haven't had panic attacks at work in 3 days, which is a huge accomplishment for me. It's really just not worth it. It's important to work hard to earn a living, but it's not like we're curing cancer. You do what you can get done and sometimes, things fall through the cracks. That's life. Not for us over-achieving A-types, but in reality if we can't get over that, works not killing us, we're killing ourselves.
Today, I feel extremely grateful. I had lunch with my brother, always lots of laughs. I put my "Out of Office" on, see ya on September 3rd. I tried really hard to stay up long enough to see my guy last night. I lasted until about 11 pm. I woke up and the dried, dead roses in my crystal vase were replaced with new ones while I slept. (Sidepoint: where does one buy long stem roses in the middle of the night?)
Anyways. Point is, life is hard. It's stressful. But at least I don't live in a bubble anymore where I don't take life seriously because Armageddon is coming tomorrow so nothing of substance really matters. All of us have the ups and downs, the shitty times and the good ones, and I really believe that living through the tragedies makes us into more interesting, compassionate, complete. Living through the good times we replenish our stock of happiness, hopefulness, optimism. We all have so much to be thankful for and every day is a gift for us to use or waste, depending on how we choose to approach it.
The weekend is upon us! I think I'll take a cat nap and see if I can catch my guy later tonight. In the meantime, if you like to read me, spread the word. If we all have each others' back, we'll accomplish something great. Pay it back. :)
Oh, I almost forgot.
Sullivan out.
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