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I'm finding that doing things I have to do while unemployed is very, very difficult to do.
Case in point: thank-you notes. So far today I've loaded and unloaded the dishwasher twice, folded laundry, made meatballs, and watched six or seven episodes of Doctor Who from about three different New-Doctor seasons. I've only written about ten thank-you notes out of the seventy-five that I need to do, but I keep telling myself I just have to finish them and I can do something else. Oh, but I'll take a break to drink my fourth diet coke or cup of tea (I'm matching one with the other). I tried going for a walk at about 4, but since everyone else was coming home from work, the roads were too busy for me to go far (the cornfields still don't have sidewalks around them....). Ike coming home was a relief because I'm not alone in the house anymore and I can start making spaghetti for dinner.
I know if I start doing something else it's going to be a long time before the notes actually get finished, and good manners dictates that I write each one by hand within the month after the wedding. I just...I'm not confused by what I'm going through; I know that I'm feeling useless and aimless because I don't have a job outside of the house right now. I'm almost pathetically eager for the gypsy dinner tomorrow night because I get to hang out with people and I need to copy a pattern for Meeka before tomorrow.
Gah. The balls are now in the courts of the schools I've contacted and I'm waiting to hear back on everything. I should just give up on what I need to do and do what I want to do: make my costumes for tribalRev and RenFest, finish Ike's garb, and spend the days dancing and drilling myself back into good posture and some more defined curves. Next Friday, I can add walks with Maggie to the list and get myself a schedule of sorts.
Patience, grasshopper. I just have to wait for life to align itself. And finish the thank-you notes.
Case in point: thank-you notes. So far today I've loaded and unloaded the dishwasher twice, folded laundry, made meatballs, and watched six or seven episodes of Doctor Who from about three different New-Doctor seasons. I've only written about ten thank-you notes out of the seventy-five that I need to do, but I keep telling myself I just have to finish them and I can do something else. Oh, but I'll take a break to drink my fourth diet coke or cup of tea (I'm matching one with the other). I tried going for a walk at about 4, but since everyone else was coming home from work, the roads were too busy for me to go far (the cornfields still don't have sidewalks around them....). Ike coming home was a relief because I'm not alone in the house anymore and I can start making spaghetti for dinner.
I know if I start doing something else it's going to be a long time before the notes actually get finished, and good manners dictates that I write each one by hand within the month after the wedding. I just...I'm not confused by what I'm going through; I know that I'm feeling useless and aimless because I don't have a job outside of the house right now. I'm almost pathetically eager for the gypsy dinner tomorrow night because I get to hang out with people and I need to copy a pattern for Meeka before tomorrow.
Gah. The balls are now in the courts of the schools I've contacted and I'm waiting to hear back on everything. I should just give up on what I need to do and do what I want to do: make my costumes for tribalRev and RenFest, finish Ike's garb, and spend the days dancing and drilling myself back into good posture and some more defined curves. Next Friday, I can add walks with Maggie to the list and get myself a schedule of sorts.
Patience, grasshopper. I just have to wait for life to align itself. And finish the thank-you notes.