Where our heroine is a little grey and splotchy
Fellers-
I'm down at the moment. And I realise this is a very blah post to be making after my last one, which was all proactive and goal-oriented and dreamy-like, and lead you to believe that Erin is actually close to getting a little lease on life. But hey, that's how it rolls, yo.
I'm blah for a lot of reasons. Very stressed-out with flat-hunting. I *adore* the girl I'm going to be flatting with, but she's slightly incommunicado at present, and I've been frantically trying to organise times to meet up and discuss/view all these different places...and I've barely heard a squeak out of her. And it's going to be a mite difficult us going to view places when I'm going to be out of town two weekends in a row. Why do I do this to myself?
The weather has gone to shit, it's been much harder adjusting to work after the break than I thought, and I'm starting to stress about finances again. But, it's really Big Daddy Resolution Number 2 that's getting me down. Only a week into 2008, and I'm failing miserably.
Flist, I will most definitely need you guys' help with this one. I *want* to heal, but it's going to be rough. It's going to take a lot of deep breathing, and self-discipline, and distraction, and attitude-changing, and looking at myself in the mirror and saying, "You're OK, Erin" over and over again til it sinks into my thick head. I have to live through this.
It's like a physical ache, y'know? Like the great Bob Dylan says- "I'm going out of my mind with a pain that stops and starts...like a corkscrew to my heart." But it doesn't *have* to ache. There doesn't need to be pain. And...I guess that's why I made that huge list of things I want to do this year, things I want to get involved in. So I can keep busy, and that I don't have time to dwell on this.
Will need prayers, fellow Churchy Ones. If that's sweet. Will try and update in more detail before I leave for Christchurch (another wedding...), but can't promise owt.
As for other resolutions...I plan to make a massive checklist of everything I need to do to make sure these goals actually happen. Just gotta get through the wedding and BDO first. Haven't been writing, but have ideas for projects. Been walking heaps, but still managing to sneak a bit too much choccy in there. Went to church last Sunday, and knitting is going just swimmingly. Motoring through the baby blanket. And speaking of which, Dels and CJ's baby arrived this morning. Ilyssa Frances Jean Hunt, 3.7kg, born at 10.30am. Yay. :)
In happier news, lil_chanteuse has requested a mixed CD! w00t, music pimpage! And Kings of Leon on Friday, of course. :D
Bed. And, if I don't post again for a while, wish me luck and pray I don't disappear under a pile of useless junk and frumpy clothes while packing up my room...
Chow.
I'm down at the moment. And I realise this is a very blah post to be making after my last one, which was all proactive and goal-oriented and dreamy-like, and lead you to believe that Erin is actually close to getting a little lease on life. But hey, that's how it rolls, yo.
I'm blah for a lot of reasons. Very stressed-out with flat-hunting. I *adore* the girl I'm going to be flatting with, but she's slightly incommunicado at present, and I've been frantically trying to organise times to meet up and discuss/view all these different places...and I've barely heard a squeak out of her. And it's going to be a mite difficult us going to view places when I'm going to be out of town two weekends in a row. Why do I do this to myself?
The weather has gone to shit, it's been much harder adjusting to work after the break than I thought, and I'm starting to stress about finances again. But, it's really Big Daddy Resolution Number 2 that's getting me down. Only a week into 2008, and I'm failing miserably.
Flist, I will most definitely need you guys' help with this one. I *want* to heal, but it's going to be rough. It's going to take a lot of deep breathing, and self-discipline, and distraction, and attitude-changing, and looking at myself in the mirror and saying, "You're OK, Erin" over and over again til it sinks into my thick head. I have to live through this.
It's like a physical ache, y'know? Like the great Bob Dylan says- "I'm going out of my mind with a pain that stops and starts...like a corkscrew to my heart." But it doesn't *have* to ache. There doesn't need to be pain. And...I guess that's why I made that huge list of things I want to do this year, things I want to get involved in. So I can keep busy, and that I don't have time to dwell on this.
Will need prayers, fellow Churchy Ones. If that's sweet. Will try and update in more detail before I leave for Christchurch (another wedding...), but can't promise owt.
As for other resolutions...I plan to make a massive checklist of everything I need to do to make sure these goals actually happen. Just gotta get through the wedding and BDO first. Haven't been writing, but have ideas for projects. Been walking heaps, but still managing to sneak a bit too much choccy in there. Went to church last Sunday, and knitting is going just swimmingly. Motoring through the baby blanket. And speaking of which, Dels and CJ's baby arrived this morning. Ilyssa Frances Jean Hunt, 3.7kg, born at 10.30am. Yay. :)
In happier news, lil_chanteuse has requested a mixed CD! w00t, music pimpage! And Kings of Leon on Friday, of course. :D
Bed. And, if I don't post again for a while, wish me luck and pray I don't disappear under a pile of useless junk and frumpy clothes while packing up my room...
Chow.