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Outside my window… there is darkness, and from the sounds of it, insects.
So… I am thinking… I could use another glass of wine. And I'm kind of feeling homesick and lonely.
I am thankful for… having a job. Finally.
I’m wearing… boy shorts and a tank top. Hooray for being home alone.
I am remembering… good times in NY.
I am creating… work for The Sketchbook Project. Images to come soon. Maybe.
I wonder … if I'll ever make it back to the gym or into a regular Pilates routine again. My thighs and love handles are screaming at me to try.
I am going… downstairs to the kitchen for some food. Oh, that's right, I haven't gone grocery shopping, so there is no food. Hmmm...
I am reading… shit. Not a gosh darn thing right now. But I hope to pick a book up again soon.
Song that is playing over and over in my head… "The Joker" by Steve Miller Band because I was searching for Pompatus of Love on Netflix earlier today to see if I could watch it on Instant Queue (I can't) and I got it stuck in my head.
I am hoping… that this new job makes me instead of breaks me. *Sigh* It's going to be a long year.
Pondering these words…. "letting go" is pretty much the same as "giving up", right? So when people advise you to "let go" and "move on," they're basically telling you to "quit" and "settle," right? Let's take, for example, that time I was stressing about not getting a teaching job and having to consider waiting tables, and people kept telling me that plenty of folks out there are working jobs in a field they didn't necessarily want to be in, and that maybe I should just suck it up and do the same thing (I'm paraphrasing). Well, guess what, I didn't listen, and I didn't give up, and I got a job doing what I want to do, so... IN YOUR FACE, people. Wait, that wasn't the point... my point is, "letting go" isn't always the way to go, right? I think holding on to hope is o-kay too.
From the kitchen… microwave popcorn, wine and frozen berries.
Around the house… everything is beige and French Country. I hate beige and French Country. I can't wait to move again.
One of my favorite things… is receiving surprise texts that make my heart feel good.
Doh… I totally just thought the wind blowing my bedroom blinds against the window was the sounds of footsteps coming up the driveway. And this is why I should never be left alone without adult supervision. Well, that and the fact that I am a walking disaster and am a danger to myself. Seriously. I have injuries on top of injuries. I injure myself with injuries. (I don't think I told you about this, but remember that last toe injury I had? Well, before I was able to clean up the damage, I managed to stub the gnarled toe on the heel of my other foot, trip across the driveway, and cut the back of my foot with my injured toe. Yes folks, I am that talented.)
I don’t get… Responsive Intervention Classrooms. How can I manage my classroom without consequences? I really need some training on this.
I do enjoy… time to myself. Being around other people 24/7 really wears on a person.
I am watching… Tin Man. One of my favorite versions of the Wizard of Oz.
A few plans for the rest of the week… work, work, and work. Oh, and a 3 1/2 hour New Employee Orientation and a 3 hour Bright Beginnings seminar. Both on Monday, beginning at 2pm. Ouch.
A picture I would like to share…
I don't think I shared a full image of my wine/liquor bag painting. As you may notice, it's not finished. I don't think I have ever completed any of my work. It's a problem I have. I've given up trying to work on it and have come to accept it.
And that's it, folks.