That which does not kill us...

...makes us stronger, or at the very least clinically insane. My long journey through infertility, adoption (and now parenting), and weight loss.

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too? I thought I was the only one!' - C.S. Lewis

5/24/2006

No news is good news, right?

That has been my mantra lately. Avoidance and assumption that unless I hear otherwise, things can't hurt me.

A lot has been going on, so much so that I can't even convey the magnitude of it all. The short of it is that I am in a funk. Plain and simple. And since lists and order are my sanity, here goes:

Good stuff
  • Another interview in the dream city. I think that they are going to offer me the job
  • Almost a whole year since my precious baby was born and he gets more fun by the minute
  • I am on a plan to be debt free (thanks to D@ve R@msey) . Paid off $5k since April and will have paid the rest off (besides the house) by December 2006 (another $33k)
  • Weight loss has been maintained for the most part
  • Telecommuting and flextime at work has been amazing
  • Less fighting in the house these days. I am just too tired to argue :)

Not so good stuff

  • I am scared to death of actually getting this new job. Moving, buying and selling houses, packing, DH doesn't have a job lined up there, changes my debt free timeline significantly since it will be a pay cut, etc.
  • Overwhelmed and exhausted trying to stay on top of everything. I keep telling DH i need some help, but it doesn't seem to be getting through
  • Weight loss has only been maintained and I need to get the rest of it off. It is like another thing on my list I can't check off, something I have failed at
  • Currently in a huge funk at my job. They made a new position for me but now it is on hold so I am stuck in the same routine and bored and unfulfilled and you get the idea. This is a death sentence for someone like me. But I am too fearful to look for something else
  • DH took his first exam in pursuance of the MCSE (computer cert.) He failed. I knew he would. I wanted him to. I am so going to hell for that.

Sometimes it just helps to get it all out there. I don't even understand my own motivations sometimes. I need to figure out what actually makes me happy and go for it. The scariest thing of all is that I think that being unhappy is what makes me happy.

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