For the last few days, I’ve been feeling grumpy. Irritable. Easily annoyed. On the way home from work yesterday, I berated myself for my persistent bad mood. It’s not like there’s anything horribly awful going on in my life right now, after all. Then I began to count my stressors these days. As the list mounted, I realized, whoa- there’s a lot there. No one thing is particularly huge, but taken together, they make an overwhelming list. I visited two hospitals this weekend to see different chronically sick friends. I’m about to make a major decision that could severely impact my free time from now until September. Health issues are minor, but persistent. I could find out if I got in to grad school- or if I was denied- any day now. Add all that to the usual bouquet of anxiety, loneliness and depression and you’ve got a first rate recipe for a grumpy Laura.
So now the question is what I do with that knowledge. I can’t change any of my stressors significantly. All I have control over is my response to them. Step One is being aware of these issues and cutting myself some slack, but I’m still trying to figure out my next steps. So, any pointers? How do you cope with stress? Thanks darlins 🙂
I just bought two art prints at lunch! This artist called James Hance has a show going on at the Cornbred Gallery, aka the back room of Home Grown Restaurant on Memorial Drive. I happened to eat lunch there today and noticed these darlings going for a mere $10 each. I highly encourage you to check out his other stuff.
Hold me accountable, people.
It’s a pretty good list, I think, considering that I have NO CLUE what this year holds. I just have a notion that this time next year, my life is going to be completely different. Yep.
Mine sure was. It mainly consisted of the delicate/ frenetic/ exciting dance of balancing my commitment to my family as well as to Matt and his family. Luckily, I gave up a long time ago on ever feeling satisfied with the results of this hopeless exercise, and my parents have grown accustomed to sharing me with others. I’m sure it tugged at my mother’s heartstrings when I missed Christmas Eve Mass with them in order to attend Matt’s extended family’s Christmas celebration and their traditional midnight Mass, but she is awesome about keeping the guilt to a minimum. She knows how hard I’m trying. In the end, my Christmas was beautiful as only a new relationship’s first Christmas can be. It was also exhausting, and I was pretty grateful to come home to my empty house last night and nestle back into my routines. It helped that there was one last present waiting for me in the mailbox…
Finally!! I’ve never been so excited to go grocery shopping 🙂
Today I clicked over to check on my poor abandoned blog, and lo and behold, people still visit. At about the same rate as they did when I was actually posting daily. I don’t know why you people keep coming back to an un-updated blog, but thank you. It made me smile and feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I’m beginning to think that the photo a day project is a wash. A new laptop may be in my near future, but a month is just too long to catch up. And let’s be honest- I haven’t been taking my photos. I’ve been way too busy settling into a new house and job and life.
Which is going well, by the way. Our house has been something of a comedy of errors (today Mr. Whirlpool Man will be making his second repair visit to our house, this time for the fridge) but our office has been fantastic about getting things fixed quickly. They even gave us a grocery store gift card for the food that spoiled thanks to our fridge only cooling to 60 degrees.
I’m still not a fan of long distance (who is?) but I think we’re getting used to the concept. We call, we talk, we share about our lives. It’s a process.
I suppose the most dramatic news is that my darling car, Atkins, was totaled in a hit and run last Sunday. I’m fine, no worries. I was hit in my left front wheel and it broke the axle. The idea is to get a gently used Honda or Toyota, use the insurance money as the down payment and rely on my parents to cover the payments for a year. Since, you know, a payment will be more than one of my paychecks. Oy. This was not the plan, but, as usual, my parents rock and have handled this development with very little noticeable gnashing of teeth.
Financially, I’m getting used to being stressed about my budget all the time. It’s all about balancing. And hoping that the food stamps people get back in touch with us soon.
Oh, and I picked a church! Our Lady of Lourdes in downtown ATL. They’re my kind of people- diverse, musical, social justice-y, and engaged in their community. They have a million things going on, from a social justice class (that I might have already volunteered to lead…) to a book club that only reads fiction about other nationalities and cultures. Yep.
And, of course, the job is great. I’m beginning to get the lay of the land. Soon, I might not ask questions every five minutes. Well, I probably will, but hopefully they will be more profound and insightful, and less “How do I work the stamp machine?”
In short, life is going swimmingly. Sorry for not writing more, but thanks for loving me anyway.