Too much going on
There's a lot going on in my mind lately that I'd love to post about, but I've been too busy to do so. I'm heading to Ottawa tomorrow for five days to attend the Rainbow Health Ontario conference, volunteering/working, and presenting two workshops. I still have work to do on the workshops I'm presenting there, which leaves me less than thrilled. I prefer being ready to go on take-off.
My personal life is intense. I'm entering some kind of period like when Mr. Pugh and I first got together and everything seems significant and powerful and magical and has a kind of a through-the-lookinglass sort of unreality to it. It's freaky to be this into someone. I'm loving it, but wish I had more time to dwell in it. Almost a week apart isn't what I'd like at this juncture. A week off at home would be better.
I've also been on a few dates with Savannah and had a great time. We've got a day booked when I get back from Ottawa. On our last date we kissed goodbye at Spadina & Queen until some homeless dude told us to get a room. She is super-hot and smart and cool and I kind of think she's out of my league.
Work is too busy. I'm working two jobs for RHO and still at CAMH and it's really packing my weeks. Seriously, I don't know why I did this to myself, except for the money. And the money is good. I've paid off my Nova Scotia student loan entirely this week and I'm $15 955 away from paying off my federal loan. It's happening, and will probably be gone within the year. That feels great. But as soon as this conference work is done I am not signing up for any more extra work. I'm going to stick to CAMH and to doing one fact sheet a month for RHO. Anything beyond that is simply too much work.
The overwork has been accompanied by a big upswing in my alcohol intake, which I'm not entirely comfortable with. I know that I'm just paranoid, but it still makes me nervous. One the up side, it does take the edge off the stress. To help reduce my stress level further I've put away the bathroom scale and worked on doing yoga breathing more often.
I haven't even had time to finish the fan fiction story that I'm literally two or three pages away from completing. It's frustrating, because I am entirely devoid of creativity due to stress and having too much on my plate. Rather than force it and possibly fuck it up, I'm just going to let it sit.
My personal life is intense. I'm entering some kind of period like when Mr. Pugh and I first got together and everything seems significant and powerful and magical and has a kind of a through-the-lookinglass sort of unreality to it. It's freaky to be this into someone. I'm loving it, but wish I had more time to dwell in it. Almost a week apart isn't what I'd like at this juncture. A week off at home would be better.
I've also been on a few dates with Savannah and had a great time. We've got a day booked when I get back from Ottawa. On our last date we kissed goodbye at Spadina & Queen until some homeless dude told us to get a room. She is super-hot and smart and cool and I kind of think she's out of my league.
Work is too busy. I'm working two jobs for RHO and still at CAMH and it's really packing my weeks. Seriously, I don't know why I did this to myself, except for the money. And the money is good. I've paid off my Nova Scotia student loan entirely this week and I'm $15 955 away from paying off my federal loan. It's happening, and will probably be gone within the year. That feels great. But as soon as this conference work is done I am not signing up for any more extra work. I'm going to stick to CAMH and to doing one fact sheet a month for RHO. Anything beyond that is simply too much work.
The overwork has been accompanied by a big upswing in my alcohol intake, which I'm not entirely comfortable with. I know that I'm just paranoid, but it still makes me nervous. One the up side, it does take the edge off the stress. To help reduce my stress level further I've put away the bathroom scale and worked on doing yoga breathing more often.
I haven't even had time to finish the fan fiction story that I'm literally two or three pages away from completing. It's frustrating, because I am entirely devoid of creativity due to stress and having too much on my plate. Rather than force it and possibly fuck it up, I'm just going to let it sit.