I must have amazing luck. Thanks guys.
I know I set out to choose happiness with my blog this year. However, no one is happy all the time unless they are on something illegal. I still believe that I can choose happiness, which is perhaps why this last while presented such a dilemma for me. To deny those emotions like sadness, grief, and despair is to deny what makes us human. For all things in this world, there is a balance. When that balance is not honored, then we run the risk of simply stuffing that so-called "bad" emotion into a garbage can until that garbage can is overflowing. What comes out at that point is so distorted, mangled and exaggerated that Vesuvius looks like a touch of hot weather. Sometimes we must allow ourselves to feel the emotion. It's not like I'm starting a pity party where all I do is cry and eat mint chocolate chip ice cream and watch all seven seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer from start to finish. I do enjoy a spot of killing demons in Diablo though. It's therapy.
Although watching Buffy kick some vampire ass is also very cathartic at times.
I take my job and its responsibilities very seriously. Maybe too seriously. The worst thing I could do is to harm one of my clients in some way. I want to know what I do is right. I want to believe that what I am doing enhances their lives. I want to come home at night and feel satisfied with the day's work I've put in. I need to feel valued and trusted and effective. I felt none of that last week or over the weekend.
I also need spring to get here so I can start riding my bike again. It's a great way to process the muck that transpires some days.
Not really, but wouldn't that be the best bike ever?
I'm not sure what the next step is for me. I know that I got word that my trial contract was canceled because I successfully completed my article. I have not word whether that means they will ask me to write more. Who knows? Spring semester on my tutor gig is proving slow. I suppose I don't have to volunteer to take the time off when the queue is slow, but I have been. It's probably been in my best interest to slow down a bit. It does tell me though that as far as a full time gig is concerned, it might be difficult to make ends meet that way. I'll figure it out. I have time to ponder. At least I made it through Tuesday without being called a twat.
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