*happy sigh* What an awesome time to be me.
Funny how we compensate for being in an awful situation. We adapt
to it, make excuses for it, find a way to exist within it, until you
get out.
Then you taste freedom. The air is fresh. The sun is
shining. You realize that you have spent the last 8 months in a
pit. I have a twoonie in my pocket and a spring in my step.
I was regretting not getting enough relaxation in the last 3
weeks. I spent the first week just decompressing – having the
shakes from the soul sucking job that has been my life. Then
started going back and forth with my new job, and feeling like wearing
sweats and watching t.v.
But now. I’m realizing that whatever comes next can’t be as bad
as what came before. I don’t have to pack everything into my time
off, because I am not going to be working 12 hours a day. I will
have.. time. And… energy. *gasp* Oh yeah, and
money. I can finally experience that joy you’re supposed to have
when you finish your degree and get to stop living like a
student. Kuzzah!
*And* this past week I’ve been a production monkey. So many
little house things fixed. Blinds put up, new rugs with traction
the cat can’t skitter over and leave as a crumpled mass against the
wall, hooks installed in the closet. I love using drills, I love
fixing stuff, I love gettin’ scraped knuckles. RARRR!
Birds are chirping, the house is clean, the organic veggies arrived,
and I’m going out for a nice dinner with C.Pwr. And it was good.