Another week in the books.
It’s been a fairly uneventful week. One thing that kind of struck me, and this is going to sound silly, but I noticed that I’m just about at the end of my planner. When I bought it in June of 2019 I made a huge commitment and bought an 18 month Erin Condren planner. It was a hell of an investment for someone that didn’t even paper plan, but I it was looking like I was going to get hired for a new job, and I wanted a way to make sure that I stayed organized. I didn’t get the job, but I stuck with the planner. As stupid as it sounds, it’s become a vital part of my day. It keeps me organized and on track. But what really struck me was how much time has actually passed since I started using it. There’s a lot that happened in these 18 months. New jobs for both Mike and I, mental health ups and downs, plans made, plans cancelled due to COVID, friendships both made and shattered, cats adopted. It’s been a hell of an 18 months.
Anyway, that’s beside the point. This week! Yes, back to the point.
- mostly a good week at work. There were productive days, and not so productive days. It happens. Staffing gets better next week so hopefully there will be more productive days going forward, hopefully. It’s really hard to actually do my job when I have to be on register for 6 hours a shift.
- had an excellent appointment with my psychiatrist. We both feel like I’m currently on track and that the things that I’m addressing in therapy are the right things to be working on right now.
- I had a number of good workouts. I skipped Saturday just to give my body a break, I’d gone hard every other day this week and while I probably could have pushed through and done one on Saturday, rest days are a thing for a reason, and I don’t want to push myself to injury or over-fatigue
- I got a bunch of stuff sold on Facebook Market place. I had a number of things from the Erin Condren seasonal surprises boxes of this year left over that I wasn’t going to use. Rather than hang on to them I decided to sell them. I have this weird tendency to, in a way, hoard things and then go through a purge period. My grandmother’s voice saying “you never know when you’re going to need it” rings in my head. So the fact that I’m parting with these things is kind of momentous, in a way.
By and large the week wasn’t bad, just kind of boring. I’m looking forward to next week and having three days off. I’m hoping on the third day I can relax, do some baking, do some reading, and generally do I what I want rather than what I need to do.
I also have an appointment with my tattoo guy next week to start my sleeve, and I’m nervous as hell. In some ways I don’t know why, I really want this tattoo. But I can’t picture what it’s going to look like, and I’m having a lot of anxiety about it. Mike had an appointment with him yesterday and asked if he could send me what he’s got in terms of what he’s got worked out. He laughed and told Mike he’d send me something to mess with me. Mike told him absolutely not, please do not do that. I’d probably cancel the appointment I’m so nervous. He was a little surprised, but told Mike he’d send me something before Tuesday and would not mess with me if I was that worked up. Not sure why I’m this nervous. It’s not that I think he’s going to screw it up, I think he’s going to do it beautifully. I’m just… nervous.
That’s it for now, friends. Stay safe!