write a letter. any letter.
some days training or teaching feels an awful lot like this. “please somebody say something, anything.”
today is one of those days.
who knew that training seemingly competent fully grown adults would be adequate education for teaching high schoolers.
sigh.
pacific before tiger.
pacific before tiger.” — life of pi.
when i think about the amount of things that i want/need/must accomplish in the next month/season/year, i can get overwhelmed to the point of paralysis. some things feel so daunting that i feel immobile, which only perpetuates the issue more. on some level i know things will get done, i will conquer, pieces will fall into place.
this is ground level.
but my elevator shoots up awfully high at times, i get anxious watching all the numbers light up so rapidly. it affects many things in life, mostly my ability to not just crawl in bed the moment i get home from being so tired. i don’t sleep well right now.
so sometimes, i just decide to focus on one thing at a time. at this point, it’s work. i’m not going to feel horrific and lazy if i just don’t get much done during the evenings this last month at work. i am going to choose little, conquerable things to accomplish, and just keep moving ahead. conquer one thing at a time, and stop looking around in guilt at the things you feel you should have accomplished. bask in the acceptance of the ones who love and accept you, and know that your motor is not completely stalled, but just nearly to port.
the pacific. then the tiger. chin up.
Listening To: Volume One – She & Him
1,2,3!
1. cowbell
2. clapping hands
3. shouting numbers, like “1, 2, 3!”
— the marks of a sure-fire catchy summer song, according to npr’s all songs considered hosts, 2008.
this is what i learned on my way back from my date with the boy at some random restaurant in castle rock, complete with sitting on the tailgate of his truck for about and hour in the parking lot.
when you can only drive 30 minutes, instead of 4 and a half hours, it feels like a gift. you take it.
this weekend: divesting more of my work stress, and mini-vacation with the boy in denver. supreme.
Listening To: I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You [song] – Black Kids
what’s the salary for that?
i have been in a hiring mode for 7 months. i’m exhausted. today, i get this on a resume:
Previous Job Title: Secretarty
is that like an administrative person who dresses inappropriately for the office?
sara, darling. 