Disclaimer: I realize that creating and maintaining a work-life balance is a “First World problem” and that many people in the United States and worldwide are struggling just to survive. Preacher, choir.
I’m enjoying my more relaxed summer schedule. I’m making enough money to cover basic needs, and I have time to do freelance work, go to the gym, swim in my apartment complex’s pool, and see and talk to friends and family. Now I’ve been asked to take on a new home care client, and I’m trying to decide what I should do.
Pro: I could use the money.
Con: Working too many hours is part of the reason I started feeling burned out and stressed. I managed to sabotage a potential relationship and play havoc with my mental health.
Pro: I’ve developed a reputation for being reliable and coming through in the clutch.
Con: I start my new job soon and need time for that.
Pro: Sometimes during my free time, I feel at loose ends.
Con: I may decide to return to school in the not-too-distant future.
Con: I can’t work with this client every day anyway because of my other clients. Many seniors dislike change and like to have the same person or few people there all the time.
I’m procrastinating making a decision by writing this blog post, going to lunch with one of my best friends, and going to the gym.
One of my new followers, Shaun at Looking for reasoning to a complicated world, started this award and nominated me. Thank you, Shaun. I am touched.
It’s hard to choose just ten followers to nominate, but I’ve managed to do so. If you weren’t nominated, it doesn’t mean I don’t love your blog. It just means I ran out of space!
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I just reserved a ticket for my 2oth high school reunion.
That is all.
Challenging day in the classroom today, and from there I went to Mrs. K’s house, where she had the news on. I got to see it twice, in a fashion, because her closed-captioning is about 5 seconds behind the broadcast. Anyway, it was a depressing news day, and by the time “Wheel of Fortune” came on, I was feeling generally unimpressed with human beings, and particularly Americans.
“A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky dangerous animals and you know it.” — Tommy Lee Jones as Kay in “Men in Black”
You’ve got one comment to give me some good news, something that will restore my faith in the human race. Ready . . . begin.
Happy 72nd (that is NOT a typo) anniversary to my wonderful grandparents!
P.S. They don’t read my blog, so I’m telling them in person this weekend.
“Human progress is neither automatic nor inevitable… Every step toward the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals.” – Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
“It took a lot of blood, sweat and tears to get to where we are today, but we have just begun. Today we begin in earnest the work of making sure that the world we leave our children is just a little bit better than the one we inhabit today.” – President Barack H. Obama
Edited because I wasn’t looking closely enough at the clip I posted yesterday. Our national anthem is hard to sing, and Beyonce knocked it out of the park. No way that she lip-synced.
Congratulations to one of my friends who’s getting married four weeks from tomorrow! Her first two husbands were not very loving or kind, but she’s found a good man this time. Can’t wait to meet him.
Part of my mission for this year is to be open to meeting new friends and romantic prospects. I’ve had some success with online dating in the past and am open to trying it again when the time is right. I have some legitimate reasons for not pursuing it right now, along with one reason that turned out to be false, and an excuse in any case. My logic was, “All I do is work. I need to make my life more interesting.”
Well . . . I took a hard look at that self-justification. What part of my life is boring? The part where I sometimes get paid to play Scrabble or watch funny science videos? The part where I’m teaching myself American Sign Language in order to communicate with a Deaf client? The part where I walk rescue dogs or serve Sunday night dinner to homesick college students? The part where I work with an 80-year-old missionary who’s writing her memoirs (a project I’m resurrecting and will talk more about as it takes shape)? The part where I have best friends who include a truck driver who lives in Canada but spends at least half the year in the U.S.; an operating engineer who home-schools her kids; an Army wife with tattoos and a sense of humor that’s equal parts Lucille Ball, Brett Butler, and Ellen DeGeneres; and an animal rights activist and sometime yoga instructor? The part where I read kids’ books as a thirtysomething? The part where I often type with one cat on my shoulder and the other one on my feet? The part where I switch my Pandora stations between Bach and Bob Marley, a capella groups and jam bands, Americana and steampunk? The part where I’ve been known to participate in drum circles and open mic nights?
It occurred to me that I lead a very interesting life. I’m well-acquainted with many different emotions, but boredom is rarely one of them. Even if I don’t have a task to do, my mind is always going. Sometimes that’s a bad thing (like at 2 a.m. when I can’t sleep and have a 7:30 a.m. report time next day). Most of the time, it’s asset rather than liability. More pure socializing time would be nice, but at least I always have something to talk about when I meet someone new.
Now to meet men who can bring as much or more to the table.