Hope you guys had a nice fourth, and fifth, if you got it off. My monday-that-was-not-a-monday was very much a monday -- I started the day by waking up with a nightmare, vastly oversleeping after I managed to fall back asleep, giving myself a nasty case of razor-burn under my arm while shaving, being absurdly late to work, then managing to overturn a full bowl of cereal onto my lap and the floor about an hour after I got in, resulting in me spending the rest of the morning trying to get milk out of the office carpet, then driving home to change and telling my managing editor to just credit me with having taken the morning off since I got practically no work done. The second half of the day was a vast improvement, but it had nowhere to go but up.
While I'm thinking of it, a heads-up: All year I've been telling myself hey, I'll work on art school research and my portfolio ...laaaater, as if later in the year the days produce not only more sunlight but more hours to work by, or as if working 40 hours a week will somehow magically take up less time next week, or maybe the week after that. Now, however, it's July, and I'm facing the fact that I somehow really have to fit massive amounts of creativity and explosive artistic growth into my current cramped-with-domestic-details, Dilbertesque lifestyle. It's kick-in-the-ass/panic time, and I may be on here a bit less. I'll try to still update at least once a week, but posts may not be as substantial, and as panic takes hold I may not make it quite that often. But comment-chats with you guys always make my day, and I'll try. Leave me little comments to say hi or something if it's been a while?
While I'm thinking of it, a heads-up: All year I've been telling myself hey, I'll work on art school research and my portfolio ...laaaater, as if later in the year the days produce not only more sunlight but more hours to work by, or as if working 40 hours a week will somehow magically take up less time next week, or maybe the week after that. Now, however, it's July, and I'm facing the fact that I somehow really have to fit massive amounts of creativity and explosive artistic growth into my current cramped-with-domestic-details, Dilbertesque lifestyle. It's kick-in-the-ass/panic time, and I may be on here a bit less. I'll try to still update at least once a week, but posts may not be as substantial, and as panic takes hold I may not make it quite that often. But comment-chats with you guys always make my day, and I'll try. Leave me little comments to say hi or something if it's been a while?
Haha, I relate to Hyperbole and a Half so much sometimes. I mean, seriously, this is pretty much the best articulation of the exact same problem I have:
ReplyDeleteThe longer I procrastinate on returning phone calls and emails, the more guilty I feel about it. The guilt I feel causes me to avoid the issue further, which only leads to more guilt and more procrastination. It gets to the point where I don't email someone for fear of reminding them that they emailed me and thus giving them a reason to be disappointed in me.
I don't know why I do that with emails, but I do, I have a couple right now that I need to reply to - people I see on a regular basis that I'm not scared of, regular emails - but I've inexplicably put it off for so long that I can't even manage to open my email at all. It's as close to a random panic-y phobia as I get. IDKW.
I go through phases like that with email, although what I'm most guilty of is the whole general MASSIVE EFFORT TO BE AN ADULT AND STAY ON TOP OF EVERYTHING ooooops massive fail now i shall be pathetically lazy ebb and flow. I've been finding more of my stride lately, although I still waste a lot more time than I should, and seldom cook.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I managed to not spill milk on myself today. I'm pretty proud of that.
I seriously laughed out loud at CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!!!! And now your Facebook profile picture makes a lot more sense. INTERNET!!!! FOREVER!!!!
ReplyDeleteHaha, I totally have CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!!! days, but I generally feel a million times better about myself when they're over, because clean, well-ordered surroundings do wonders for my mental health.
ReplyDeleteThat is so very very true. Also, I finally cornered my roommate into cleaning occasionally, which is a relief, since before that we'd lived together for a year and a half and she did her dishes occasionally and that was about it. And let me tell you, having my roommate occasionally contribute to the cleaning does even more amazing things for my mental health, I tell you what.
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