Hey friends!
It’s about that time again to check in and tell you what’s happening in my world. Couldn’t think of what to call these personal updates. I started off with Pulse Check™, but it sounded like a healthcare employee engagement program. Yikes!
We’ll keep it casual for now, but best idea gets bragging rights and my gratitude. If that person is me, well, same rules apply.
What’s speaking to me
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful, baby…I’m tired but I’m working, yeah
Mmm! I blasted it on repeat the whole way to work this weekend.
How I’m feeling
This photo is in my favorites and I consult it often. I’m not always sure how to describe how I feel. What the hell are emotions, anyway? Troublesome and inconvenient, that’s what. So how am I?
Frustrated. Exhausted. Bitchy (which is unfortunately absent from the chart).
Work has been brutal and punishing. I’m at an non-stop pace and volley from barely making it an hour when I get home to being wired and needing to come down after midnight. Like an overtired baby, I morph into a misanthrope and want to crush people’s dreams. Call it grumpy or cranky, but I want to take the low road or ignore my obscene cholesterol numbers. Cue the bad ass with an attitude music. I’ve got sunglasses on and am knocking down your kid’s lemonade stand.
I’m oddly inspired by this fleabag feeling, though.
“Did you get my email, Chevanne?”
“The one about the policy change?”
“Yeah.”
“Umm, pretty sure I just deleted it.”
Now that’s a dream conversation for the page and real life!
I end up slipping into this bit of badassery like a glove and becoming oddly focused and contented. It’s the contradiction of being heedless of a seemingly hopeless situation. “I’m sad, but 'I’m laughing” as Alanis would say.