Me: Why is it so cold today? Usually it's so warm.
C: I like it.
Me: If I'd known I would have worn a thicker sweater. I'd rather wear a big, fuzzy sweatshirt though. That would be perfect.
C: I wouldn't wear anything!
Me: Oh, wait I'd wear pajamas....hold on, what did you just say?
So that happened. Also I'm currently talking to some guests for Dr. Lumberjack and they're SO COOL. They're company representatives (he reviews a lot of gear and gadgets) and they're friendly and funny and I wish I could come to this meeting too, you know? Obviously I would have nothing to contribute other than a bunch of high-fives and "Yeah, that sounds good!" but I would say it with such enthusiasm they would feel glad of my presence.
I feel like my brain is currently divided into:
60% - Moving anxiety
20% - Work exhaustion
10% - Balancing finances/Getting ready to do taxes
5% - Plans for making my life better
3% - Basic motor functions
1% - Men
1% - Dogs in people clothes
I emailed my mother the other day, basically telling her my "plans" and as always, felt the need to put the *but nothing in the last five years has worked out as I'd hoped, so don't really bank on this* addendum. I hate that my dreams require disclaimers. Does this mean I'm really grounded or totally burnt-out and jaded?
I made a commitment to my job for at least one year, and I fully intend to honor that. And when I sign my lease, I will honor that as well. So imagine that I sign a new one year lease, and end up knocking out more time, and cultivating my experiences. When the dust settles, it will be March of 2014, and I will be 31 years old. And by then I will be ready for a change. And just to add a certain masochistic element into the mix (because it's Friday!) I looked up real estate in my price range in a few of the places I'm considering....for what will get me a small room in New York City, elsewhere I can have....oh geez. Pretty much everywhere I am looking I can get a 2 bedroom in the heart of downtown for even less. That. Sucks.
But, hey these are my plans. They've got about as much use as when we were kids and we learned to play the recorder in music class. Absolute zero.
