Painfully aware
Landed in Utah on January 3rd. It's been so-so weather-wise. Cold enough to give this Californian the chills, but warm enough for everything to be turning into slush, water and ice. Not-so-much in the fun department.
I'm a bit scatterbrained, and I suspect that I'll be this way for a while. Everything feels completely disjointed. I'm not unhappy, just... scattered. My entire rhythm has been disrupted. New home, no job (well, kind-of, but nothing that takes up my day), moving my belongings into new areas, realizing things are needed, no school. I went from being busy all-day-long to, well, unpacking.
Realizing that this may pose a problem for me (and it has been stressing me out in a weird way), I've decided that I need to take up journaling again, both the private bitch-rants that only subject Microsoft Word to, and something perhaps a bit more interesting that might make its way, in bits and pieces, on here. Well, at least interesting to me. With little information really coming in (relatively speaking), I've found myself with thoughts spewing out of my head with nowhere to go. I probably won't start until Monday, so I guess we'll just see what happens with this.
In other news, I'm also finding a renewed interest in art again. I need a new easel, and it appears as though there are several on sale right now. The downside is that it's too cold to do anything outside, and things aren't settled enough here to figure out where I'd do it. I may just have to prioritize it and make it a goal.
The job search won't be going anywhere until Monday, as well. I'm hoping to find something nice. I also have a few people to contact next week, regarding some additional freelance work they're interested in giving me. This will hopefully provide me with enough impetus to put together a respectable writing portfolio with a sampling of my various works. Is it right to call something so small a "work" ? It almost doesn't seem so. Oh well.
I suppose I'd better get back to unpacking if I have any hope of fitting an easel anywhere!
I'm a bit scatterbrained, and I suspect that I'll be this way for a while. Everything feels completely disjointed. I'm not unhappy, just... scattered. My entire rhythm has been disrupted. New home, no job (well, kind-of, but nothing that takes up my day), moving my belongings into new areas, realizing things are needed, no school. I went from being busy all-day-long to, well, unpacking.
Realizing that this may pose a problem for me (and it has been stressing me out in a weird way), I've decided that I need to take up journaling again, both the private bitch-rants that only subject Microsoft Word to, and something perhaps a bit more interesting that might make its way, in bits and pieces, on here. Well, at least interesting to me. With little information really coming in (relatively speaking), I've found myself with thoughts spewing out of my head with nowhere to go. I probably won't start until Monday, so I guess we'll just see what happens with this.
In other news, I'm also finding a renewed interest in art again. I need a new easel, and it appears as though there are several on sale right now. The downside is that it's too cold to do anything outside, and things aren't settled enough here to figure out where I'd do it. I may just have to prioritize it and make it a goal.
The job search won't be going anywhere until Monday, as well. I'm hoping to find something nice. I also have a few people to contact next week, regarding some additional freelance work they're interested in giving me. This will hopefully provide me with enough impetus to put together a respectable writing portfolio with a sampling of my various works. Is it right to call something so small a "work" ? It almost doesn't seem so. Oh well.
I suppose I'd better get back to unpacking if I have any hope of fitting an easel anywhere!