Traction is the opposite of distraction
Oct. 24th, 2021 02:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonVarious small things were nice this last week -- a good acro lesson, and an outdoor birthday party that actually felt social like a real party, and introducing Helios's daughter to my cats (fold fold fold). I finished an 8-week session with my Aussie coach, with a particularly good final workout, and am taking today as a rest day between sessions.
Better yet, more things are now really getting somewhere -- in particular my personal leave, which HR suddenly put into the system last Monday and will now start in a week. That's pretty wild. I'm nervous about it, and the fact that I'm not at full confidence might mean it's in fact a good idea. Better to take 12 weeks off, somewhat nervously, than utterly quit and then panic over not knowing what I'm doing. (Things are settling/happening with respect to both my partners' jobs as well, and the Helios/Perse move is on Thursday which is very soon; it will be nice to have them moved. I kind of feel like I've been dating their new house, or maybe like the house is a promising but slightly rude metamour.)
I've done a bit of research into local volunteering opportunities, and noting my own emotional reaction to the different possibilities. I find myself flinching a bit from the hyperlocal ones, still stung I think by the one time I posted a question to a hyperlocal forum and got seriously raked over the coals for nothing. Also a bit worried about sticky guilt of some kind. So, yes! I'm afraid of my neighbors! Awesome (sigh). I'm definitely interested in being a counselor for crisistextline.org, and I'm leaning toward it because I think it'd suit me, but the requirement of doing 200 hrs over the next year after training is a lot, too.
I'm reading a really fun feminist screed about horror lit called Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers. Mostly it makes the point, over and over, that female sexuality is portrayed as deadly/monstrous throughout all of horror and that most movies/books are in fact based on news and pop culture sensations of their day. Ironically, Malorie from my last book isn't really a bad mother, nor is sex anyone's particular downfall in the Bird Box series, and suddenly that feels progressive.
Lastly, it's been a week for blood family. My bio-kid chatted me and might be around for a couple of days around Thanksgiving, which is cool (I love that she's grown up and can talk about the flawed philosophies of capitalist work ethic with me), and a cousin on my dad's side also reached out wanting to talk. From a quick glance at Facebook I don't think we'll have much in common, but I am okay with saying hello. Maybe she'll have a perspective on the family my dad grew up in.
Better yet, more things are now really getting somewhere -- in particular my personal leave, which HR suddenly put into the system last Monday and will now start in a week. That's pretty wild. I'm nervous about it, and the fact that I'm not at full confidence might mean it's in fact a good idea. Better to take 12 weeks off, somewhat nervously, than utterly quit and then panic over not knowing what I'm doing. (Things are settling/happening with respect to both my partners' jobs as well, and the Helios/Perse move is on Thursday which is very soon; it will be nice to have them moved. I kind of feel like I've been dating their new house, or maybe like the house is a promising but slightly rude metamour.)
I've done a bit of research into local volunteering opportunities, and noting my own emotional reaction to the different possibilities. I find myself flinching a bit from the hyperlocal ones, still stung I think by the one time I posted a question to a hyperlocal forum and got seriously raked over the coals for nothing. Also a bit worried about sticky guilt of some kind. So, yes! I'm afraid of my neighbors! Awesome (sigh). I'm definitely interested in being a counselor for crisistextline.org, and I'm leaning toward it because I think it'd suit me, but the requirement of doing 200 hrs over the next year after training is a lot, too.
I'm reading a really fun feminist screed about horror lit called Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers. Mostly it makes the point, over and over, that female sexuality is portrayed as deadly/monstrous throughout all of horror and that most movies/books are in fact based on news and pop culture sensations of their day. Ironically, Malorie from my last book isn't really a bad mother, nor is sex anyone's particular downfall in the Bird Box series, and suddenly that feels progressive.
Lastly, it's been a week for blood family. My bio-kid chatted me and might be around for a couple of days around Thanksgiving, which is cool (I love that she's grown up and can talk about the flawed philosophies of capitalist work ethic with me), and a cousin on my dad's side also reached out wanting to talk. From a quick glance at Facebook I don't think we'll have much in common, but I am okay with saying hello. Maybe she'll have a perspective on the family my dad grew up in.
