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flexagonA week after surgery I continue to be fine. Still waiting to see how it shakes out in terms of polyp lab results and my menstrual cycle, but the dramatic part is over. It is the sky's turn to be dramatic this week, as there's a hurricane here causing wind and rain all day.
I was down on myself early this last week, mostly about career stuff. In part, I compared myself way too directly to someone who still has tons of energy for work. Not too surprisingly, that person's been playing a somewhat different game all along, going more for sustainability and saving less money, planning for a longer timeframe. I'd gotten pretty mad at myself for feeling burned out (internal voices saying you're a quitter, you're a loser) when I managed to remember that solving one thing at a time has always kind of been my style. It's true that I never learned how to have much fun at work but I wasn't trying, either, because I was trying to do the money part. If I want to learn to have fun, or to seek something worky that's more focused on community, I'm still free to try, and I've decided I'm going to at least for the next little bit. With performance assessment season coming, it'll be challenge mode, but my secret real goal is to not get a bald spot from the stress this year, so a have-fun-with-things challenge seems right in line. If I'm not having fun by the end of January, I already know what to do.
What else? Finishing up another 8-week handstand strength program by my Aussie coach. Also having a long, unscheduled at-home day with the bug, after a long day (and night) of squirreling around with Helios yesterday -- we played mini golf because I had never done such a thing, or known it was a normal thing that most Americans have done at some point, and it was really one of those moments where I felt like an immigrant in my own damn country because nobody ever told me. Skipping from rural to urban environs will do that. I missed out on the suburbs and what goes on there. Helios laughed at me when I asked if we needed a reservation. Turns out that we didn't, and that mini golf is a bunch of small physics puzzles with a dexterity component that I am reasonably good at. I got lots of "Well played, squirrel!" Then we came back into town for sandwiches.
My favorite cult-classic book from childhood, Flight to the Lonesome Place by Alexander Key, is available on Kindle at long last, along with all of Key's other obscure non-best-sellers. Oooh. I'm still in the middle of The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, but after that I binge.
I was down on myself early this last week, mostly about career stuff. In part, I compared myself way too directly to someone who still has tons of energy for work. Not too surprisingly, that person's been playing a somewhat different game all along, going more for sustainability and saving less money, planning for a longer timeframe. I'd gotten pretty mad at myself for feeling burned out (internal voices saying you're a quitter, you're a loser) when I managed to remember that solving one thing at a time has always kind of been my style. It's true that I never learned how to have much fun at work but I wasn't trying, either, because I was trying to do the money part. If I want to learn to have fun, or to seek something worky that's more focused on community, I'm still free to try, and I've decided I'm going to at least for the next little bit. With performance assessment season coming, it'll be challenge mode, but my secret real goal is to not get a bald spot from the stress this year, so a have-fun-with-things challenge seems right in line. If I'm not having fun by the end of January, I already know what to do.
What else? Finishing up another 8-week handstand strength program by my Aussie coach. Also having a long, unscheduled at-home day with the bug, after a long day (and night) of squirreling around with Helios yesterday -- we played mini golf because I had never done such a thing, or known it was a normal thing that most Americans have done at some point, and it was really one of those moments where I felt like an immigrant in my own damn country because nobody ever told me. Skipping from rural to urban environs will do that. I missed out on the suburbs and what goes on there. Helios laughed at me when I asked if we needed a reservation. Turns out that we didn't, and that mini golf is a bunch of small physics puzzles with a dexterity component that I am reasonably good at. I got lots of "Well played, squirrel!" Then we came back into town for sandwiches.
My favorite cult-classic book from childhood, Flight to the Lonesome Place by Alexander Key, is available on Kindle at long last, along with all of Key's other obscure non-best-sellers. Oooh. I'm still in the middle of The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, but after that I binge.
