It was 20 years ago today ....
Hello, livejournal. Long time, no see. I recently read an article listing the top 20 stress-busters and journaling was #4. I know I really enjoyed it back in the day and could once again. Besides which, I hate being limited to 140 characters or a meaningless one sentence status update.
Sometimes I think I have anger management issues and this is a good place to vent in a creative way without hurting anyone. Or myself. The other day I stopped at No Frills after work for beer as I frequently do and the self-check machine kept instructing me to "Please take your change. Unauthorized item in bagging area, please remove. Please take your items." After about the third time, I wanted to kick it while hurling verbal abuse but instead, I opted to take my items and leave quietly. Don't rush me!
Little things sometimes bother me more than they should like my boss cutting my head out of a Facebook photo without my permission for a presentation she's making to Academic Council. Not a big deal but the courteous thing to do would be to ask first. Big things, I seem to suppress until they erupt without warning. Today would have been my 20th wedding anniversary had the marriage lasted so long. I took the day off with the intent to get things done -- depo shot, oil change, thrifting. But last night I burst into tears after LOST telling Greg the real reason I took today off and that I felt like a complete failure at life. He was great, per usual, and even suggested I crash at his place but I wanted to be alone. This morning when the alarm went off at 7:00, I couldn't get up, opting instead to sleep in, putter around and take a long bath. Jenni is in town this week so I did meet up with my mom, Suzanne, Jen and all the kids at Old Country Buffet. Not my favorite place but either I was really hungry or I must be getting old because the food was pretty darn good. Afterwards we went to the playground at Memorial Park and then I crashed on the couch while reading until Greg called at 5:45.
Another reason to start journaling agan is that I think a lot of great, wonderful, stressful, happy things are gonna happen this year. Greg has put a lot of work into his house over the past 6 months, enough that it may be ready to put on the market in April. We will start looking for our new place after Easter. Wakeley Street hasn't been bad for the past 3 years but I'm so ready to get out of here and start another chapter of this life. Sounds strange but at this point three years on, I think it will actually be less stressful living together than more so. One house, one refrigerator, etc. I just want to come home one day and actually be home without having to schlep over to his place or vice versa. Tiresome. I think I'd feel a lot more settled and can one day have a dog again which would make my life complete. He's a stand up guy - we've come a long way in three years.
It's all going to happen, we just need to hang in there a little bit longer. I'm still mad at myself for not getting more done today but there's always next week.
Sometimes I think I have anger management issues and this is a good place to vent in a creative way without hurting anyone. Or myself. The other day I stopped at No Frills after work for beer as I frequently do and the self-check machine kept instructing me to "Please take your change. Unauthorized item in bagging area, please remove. Please take your items." After about the third time, I wanted to kick it while hurling verbal abuse but instead, I opted to take my items and leave quietly. Don't rush me!
Little things sometimes bother me more than they should like my boss cutting my head out of a Facebook photo without my permission for a presentation she's making to Academic Council. Not a big deal but the courteous thing to do would be to ask first. Big things, I seem to suppress until they erupt without warning. Today would have been my 20th wedding anniversary had the marriage lasted so long. I took the day off with the intent to get things done -- depo shot, oil change, thrifting. But last night I burst into tears after LOST telling Greg the real reason I took today off and that I felt like a complete failure at life. He was great, per usual, and even suggested I crash at his place but I wanted to be alone. This morning when the alarm went off at 7:00, I couldn't get up, opting instead to sleep in, putter around and take a long bath. Jenni is in town this week so I did meet up with my mom, Suzanne, Jen and all the kids at Old Country Buffet. Not my favorite place but either I was really hungry or I must be getting old because the food was pretty darn good. Afterwards we went to the playground at Memorial Park and then I crashed on the couch while reading until Greg called at 5:45.
Another reason to start journaling agan is that I think a lot of great, wonderful, stressful, happy things are gonna happen this year. Greg has put a lot of work into his house over the past 6 months, enough that it may be ready to put on the market in April. We will start looking for our new place after Easter. Wakeley Street hasn't been bad for the past 3 years but I'm so ready to get out of here and start another chapter of this life. Sounds strange but at this point three years on, I think it will actually be less stressful living together than more so. One house, one refrigerator, etc. I just want to come home one day and actually be home without having to schlep over to his place or vice versa. Tiresome. I think I'd feel a lot more settled and can one day have a dog again which would make my life complete. He's a stand up guy - we've come a long way in three years.
It's all going to happen, we just need to hang in there a little bit longer. I'm still mad at myself for not getting more done today but there's always next week.