Cause a horse is not a home
Friday, January 25, 2013
This song came up on my pandora this morning. Cracking me up! I also sorta like the song, but don't tell anyone. Overstuffed myself with a mushroom spinach cilantro double roasted salsa breakfast burrito this morning. It would have been plenty filling with just one egg. But I added three! I think I've been feeling malnourished because I've been working such long hours. But, really that's a lie. Last night's events were catered and I got sprite, sandwiches, cookies, and tuna tar tar appetizers. I don't know what tar tar is, but Ohhhmahhhgaaaahhhd.
Had a good day at work yesterday. I felt more like myself yesterday than I've felt since I moved to Seattle. It seems since I've moved here, people talk to me and I respond. And while I am responding, in my head I am thinking, "Who is saying this? I wouldn't say this?! Why is my mouth saying this?!" Then I feel crazy and confused. But that didn't happen yesterday. All day, I felt truly like myself. Scarily, I think a lot of it had to do because I have been super busy all week. I have to figure out how to maintain this "me-ness" and interest and investment in life's daily-going's ons, but not so much that I burn out. I tend to burn out when I do this much (especially at work). I can't burn out. I am trying to be a person who can stabilize. It seems I should be able to be "me" and be more stable.
Man it felt good. I should have a good week next week, too. I am doing a lot of interesting projects. It's interesting (and sad) that the parts of work I look forward to have little to do with my "job" (I got asked to serve on an interview panel, will be in training classes). The actual work is....well....
I am excersizing about 5 hours a week. I think if I can be motivated and push more than I have been in December, commuting to work can count as a work out too. It's very easy just to coast to work, not raise my heart rate a beat. I don't get to work any faster when I push it, and I am redder, hotter, and need more showering. So, I am discouraged. But, if I push it, it counts as exercise. I don't have enough hours in a day to get enough exercise elsewhere. I need to push it!
An aquaintance from Portland is coming to town this weekend for the big conference I've been working so much extra for. I am excited to have social time. I only talk to one person other than work conversations. My social life is extremely stimulating. I don't know her, but she is the wife of a guy I totally hit it off with years and years ago. So, she has to be awesome, right? Because we must be similar somehow.
I'm off now. A horse is not a home. A horse is not a home.