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Coming back from break is hard. I had ten days in which I could claim to be busy because I had a houseguest, and thus put off dealing with a bunch of important stuff. Yesterday I didn't really get anything besides laundry done, though at the tail end of my extra-late schedule and also being up until dawn dancing, I didn't feel bad about it. However, I also ended up not getting to bed until 4 am again, then had my sleep interrupted early not just because I'd set an alarm for 9:30 but also because of extra-noisy work outside on the building. And then, faced with some unpleasant tasks to deal with, I had to struggle a lot against the urge to avoid things. Having a condo board meeting early this evening helped in a way, as I already had that task on the schedule, but still I got much less done than I feel that I should have.
I'm going to take some time after writing this to deal with some more of those tasks, but I also have to try to get to bed at an earlier hour tonight, get up earlier tomorrow, and get more things done. I have some organizing tasks I could do, which aren't urgent and thus doing them would be more avoidance. But organizing things tends to put me in a better mood, so I may do them anyhow as a means of getting in a better mindset to do the other tasks.
I'm also sitting on the threshold of having more work. I now have the potential to get more work out of my main client as some restructuring means I can get work from two different groups, but it may be a while before I see anything from that. I'm also still waiting to hear about the part-time professional job I applied for in mid-June; I still can't say anything more about it other than that I have reason to believe they haven't yet made decisions and that I would definitely hear from them whether or not they wanted me.
I want to close this on a positive note, and so I'll just remark that yesterday was nine months since my car crash last October. As I mentioned, I was out dancing Saturday night until dawn and I had a great time. While out dancing, I realized that every time I go now amounts to being a celebration of the fact that I'm still alive. Whatever else is bothering me, I'm still happy for that.
I'm going to take some time after writing this to deal with some more of those tasks, but I also have to try to get to bed at an earlier hour tonight, get up earlier tomorrow, and get more things done. I have some organizing tasks I could do, which aren't urgent and thus doing them would be more avoidance. But organizing things tends to put me in a better mood, so I may do them anyhow as a means of getting in a better mindset to do the other tasks.
I'm also sitting on the threshold of having more work. I now have the potential to get more work out of my main client as some restructuring means I can get work from two different groups, but it may be a while before I see anything from that. I'm also still waiting to hear about the part-time professional job I applied for in mid-June; I still can't say anything more about it other than that I have reason to believe they haven't yet made decisions and that I would definitely hear from them whether or not they wanted me.
I want to close this on a positive note, and so I'll just remark that yesterday was nine months since my car crash last October. As I mentioned, I was out dancing Saturday night until dawn and I had a great time. While out dancing, I realized that every time I go now amounts to being a celebration of the fact that I'm still alive. Whatever else is bothering me, I'm still happy for that.
