interlude

Back again!  Last week, recovering from some kind of virus that apparently specializes in draining your will to live, I considered blogging and could barely summon the energy to think “fuck it.”  So I took a respite.  Now of course my body is rushing headlong into its monthly uterine misery, as indicated by wanting to cry about everything, but at least I feel a little like writing, so here I am.

For the last week, most of my extra-survival effort has gone into my job - I think I should start calling it my career, now; first time I’ve had one - planning an ambitious future and starting to lay tracks in its direction.  Assessing the ladders to climb and building networks and generally playing the political game has surprised me with its feeling of FUN. I never knew I could navigate these kinds of waters. I never know I would be good at it. I love it.

On February 29th of last year I launched this career.  Fitting that it should have begun on Leap Day, albeit somewhat annoying for celebrating anniversaries.  I look back on what I’ve accomplished in one orbit around the sun and feel a strong, happy glow.  I built a whole new life for myself, and it’s only going to keep getting better; this past year stands as a testament to resilience, resourcefulness, and bulldogged determination.  I have a lot to be both proud of and grateful for.

Possibilities for a more conveniently located, stylistically pleasing dwelling are developing nicely as well.  It’s all lining up.

Nothing particularly special to relay today; I am still very tired and hoping that this week doesn’t demand too much of my reserves; that cistern is still a bit low.  But otherwise I am happy, and looking forward to summer, both for the more amenable weather and for the finalization of my relocation plans, when - fingers crossed or atheist equivalent - my life, complete with time to call my own in the mornings and evenings - can really begin.