Did you miss me?
Nine days since I updated? That’s so unlike me. I’ve been fighting a fairly serious attitude problem that probably has a lot to do with hormones. But I’m proud to say that when you google “PMSy”, yours truly is still the top hit.
I’ve got to kill this negativity.
I’m so bored with my job. I’m lucky to have a job. I at least get to use Photoshop and Illustrator every day. I love being able to listen to my podcasts all day. I hate dressing up every day. I’m lucky to have dress clothes. I hate that we’re not a dual full time income family. I’m lucky that my husband is ambitious enough to do something about his dissatisfaction with his career and pursue a totally new vocation. I hate that it will still be two years or even more until he gets his Masters and a full time job. When I look back after it’s over, it will seem like the time flew by.
I’ve got to quit looking at my life as a season to get through and enjoy where I am right now.
In other pathetically horrible segueways, we have a new addition to our family.
Inventory: The broken Yamaha Venture has a new home. We have the new addition Yamaha Virago. We have two Honda Interceptors that, once Tom integrates them, will be one Honda Interceptor no longer afflicted with Multiple Personality Disorder. We have the Sportster that Tom has been riding that will go back to its home soon. We lent Mama to a friend so she could get a little exercise. So we’ve went down from five motorcycles to three. I just might be able to park my car in my garage this winter.
Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Stop and smell the roses, even if they’re growing in ankle-deep crap. Just close your eyes and bury your whole nose in that gorgeous bloom and breathe as deep as you possibly can. Repeat as needed.