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Yes, it's been a while.
Jan. 25th, 2008 06:07 pmI'm not sure why, but I've felt a pull to start posting again.
Things have been hectic. There was some financial/job stress at the end of last year, and Sir was diagnosed with diabetes (mild, may go into remission with weight loss, no secondary symptoms so far). That led to a frenzy of research, and the reworking of some lifestyle habits, though not as many as one might think - since our diet is organic, local, and frequently homemade, there hasn't really been a sense of loss anywhere, just 'less this, more that'. He's doing *fantastic* - 9 pounds lost in 4 weeks. His doctor's quite pleased, and he's going to need all new clothes soon.
Then the car died, and this time it's a DNR. So we're carless, and saving for a Honda Civic hybrid. Thankfully, it's not faire season, or being without a car would feel much more like a loss. As it stands, it's just an increase in exercise. The farmer's market can be a bit of a bear, but it's not so bad, really.
Now there's more job stress including a prospective trip very far away on very little notice, for a currently unknown period of time, anywhere from a week or two, to two months. However long it is, we'll know a week before he needs to be there. This is an enormous burden on the both of us, but the client gets what the client wants. If it's a long term, he'll go down without me, Mom will come up for the dog show and a few days before and after, then dad will come up and cat-sit for the duration, with me joining Sir. On the one hand, it's a chance to see another part of the country. On the other hand, I've never been very interested in the location, and well - I had plans. Lots of them, and now they're up in the air, totally dependent upon the whim of a corporation that doesn't give a good goddamn about me.
I've been a member of WYPM since it started, and look to be in good shape to make it all the way through. My latest entry there is really what inspired me to start writing again here. This is a fairly intense time for me, and I'm feeling the lack of control over my own life quite deeply. That sense of having my practice, controlling this body, is a life raft right now. Sometimes all you have is one foot in front of the other, and that's ok. After all, it has to be.
Things have been hectic. There was some financial/job stress at the end of last year, and Sir was diagnosed with diabetes (mild, may go into remission with weight loss, no secondary symptoms so far). That led to a frenzy of research, and the reworking of some lifestyle habits, though not as many as one might think - since our diet is organic, local, and frequently homemade, there hasn't really been a sense of loss anywhere, just 'less this, more that'. He's doing *fantastic* - 9 pounds lost in 4 weeks. His doctor's quite pleased, and he's going to need all new clothes soon.
Then the car died, and this time it's a DNR. So we're carless, and saving for a Honda Civic hybrid. Thankfully, it's not faire season, or being without a car would feel much more like a loss. As it stands, it's just an increase in exercise. The farmer's market can be a bit of a bear, but it's not so bad, really.
Now there's more job stress including a prospective trip very far away on very little notice, for a currently unknown period of time, anywhere from a week or two, to two months. However long it is, we'll know a week before he needs to be there. This is an enormous burden on the both of us, but the client gets what the client wants. If it's a long term, he'll go down without me, Mom will come up for the dog show and a few days before and after, then dad will come up and cat-sit for the duration, with me joining Sir. On the one hand, it's a chance to see another part of the country. On the other hand, I've never been very interested in the location, and well - I had plans. Lots of them, and now they're up in the air, totally dependent upon the whim of a corporation that doesn't give a good goddamn about me.
I've been a member of WYPM since it started, and look to be in good shape to make it all the way through. My latest entry there is really what inspired me to start writing again here. This is a fairly intense time for me, and I'm feeling the lack of control over my own life quite deeply. That sense of having my practice, controlling this body, is a life raft right now. Sometimes all you have is one foot in front of the other, and that's ok. After all, it has to be.
