“I wondered if it was possible to donate my body to science before I was actually dead. I wondered if a disease were to be named after me what the symptoms would be.”
― Miriam Toews, quote from A Complicated Kindness
I spend too much time thinking about blogging and so little time actually blogging. I’d really like to set a schedule and commit to it. I really miss old-school blogging but there are still some good ones out there that give me the warm fuzzies (and good doses of inspiration).
As of last week, I’m halfway (or really more like one-third) vaccinated and can’t wait to get my second (Team Pfizer) shot. I took 3 days off work so if I feel puny that’s fine and if I don’t I’ll still get to take extra naps. Win/win in my book.
I’m also burnt out on work and not only daydreaming about, but actually working on a 5 year retirement plan. It’s probably going to be a partial pain in the ass, and require some uncomfortable compromise, but the thought of only a few more years of 40-hour weeks is so enticing.
So, that’s the recent state of Z, with more updates to come hopefully sooner rather than later.
Work has been extra extra lately and I’m trying (and mostly failing) to get into a better routine which encompasses all the things I want to touch in a day.
I’ve heard several people mention a sense of waiting for summer to come and realizing it is almost gone. I count myself among them. The early rain here in Austin lends to that and I can’t quite figure out what season I’m supposed to be feeling.
But I’ve got my personal laptop back from the computer doctor and I’m not on-call for work for another few months, so maybe we’ll meet here again before another month passes.
That’s how it goes around here. If I don’t commit to daily (or at least scheduled) postings, it is far too easy to let the days get away from me. Especially when there is still not much to report.
This week, on top of keeping up with my daily Artist’s pages, I’ve felt very motivated to declutter more and more. In thinking more about who I am and how I want to grow and where I want to be, there is just a lot of stuff that doesn’t play any role in that. Nor does it spark joy or bring value or whatever other criteria I tried applying.
There’s still plenty to go but I’m feeling lighter and it’s nice to feel the space in my surroundings translate into the feeling of lightness and space in my brain.
Not only did I start a thing this week, I joined a group with all other females and made a commitment to finish this time. This is so far out of my comfort zone on multiple levels, but it’s overdue.
I’m off work for a much needed extra-long weekend. I have visions of home projects and kiddie pool splashing, mid day napping and books with actual pages reading.