It's only been 11 days...
but I know a few of you (Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa...) check in on me through this Crazy Jo blog. For those of you feeling like something, or someone, was suddenly missing in your life, I apologize - for the rest of you who could care less - well, I am happy for you and your hobbies.
I can't really say I am feeling all that enthusiastic about writing right now but I feel somewhat committed to posting here. I have for a couple of years now and it is usually a regular part of my week. I share, try to enlighten (mostly myself) and know family and friends not physically close are able to feel a little more connected with my everyday.
I typically try to remain upbeat and optimistic, looking for that silver lining (or at least for a metallic sheen) of the mundane and unexpected trials life throws...usually with a slight, surprising curve. I am not entirely sure why this approach to my writing occurs, it was never necessarily intended, it has just worked out this way and once I noticed the theme I continued with what apparently felt natural. So, naturally, when I am feeling a bit more glass half empty, I write less.
And that explains the last 11 days, sorta.
It's not that anything has happened or not happened. It's nothing I can even put my finger on necessarily. It's just one of those...well...funks. I suppose most of us have them occasionally and I suppose this is my occasion.
Work is work and I am grateful to have it. School is starting in a month and I am officially enrolled and looking forward to the start of a new semester. I am not, however, looking forward to my schedule. Because I need my job and like my current schedule I am opting to take two evening classes: Monday and Thursday nights 7-945 pm. I know...way past my bedtime. I am a little worried because my brain just doesn't function well late in the evening and I typically like to be engaged in what I am learning. It doesn't help either that my job is mentally exhausting as well. Warning: I may be a little grumpy in September.
I went for my Graduation Audit a couple of weeks ago and found out the following: a) I have 154 credit hours and need a minimum of 120 to graduate b) needed 36 upper level courses for a bachelor of arts and have 55 and c) currently hold a 3.9 GPA. I am proud of only (c). I am this close to having enough credits for two bachelor's degrees. It all became suddenly so clear to me why I owe so much to Miss Sallie Mae. At this point I am just ready to finish, but at the rate I am going it's going to be another two years. Good grief.
Robbie's love affair with the iPhone was renewed with the release of the 3G and the opportunity to add applications or in non-tech terms: faster (3G), prettier (now available in white) and more expensive (our iTunes purchases have tripled in a week). Unfortunately one of the I Have Fallen In Love With My iPhone All Over Again -itis symptoms is improper phone etiquette. On way too many occasions I have to remind Robbie he's engaged in a conversation, having dinner with friends, driving. I suppose it must be nice - all I get to do is pay the bill.
So that's it, an update on my world. Oh, I did manage to finish a painting right before the 4th and you can see it at Boy-Oh-Boy. I have also started another one - I'll post it when it's done.
I am trying to get back into the swing of things. Don't worry, I'll bounce back.
I can't really say I am feeling all that enthusiastic about writing right now but I feel somewhat committed to posting here. I have for a couple of years now and it is usually a regular part of my week. I share, try to enlighten (mostly myself) and know family and friends not physically close are able to feel a little more connected with my everyday.
I typically try to remain upbeat and optimistic, looking for that silver lining (or at least for a metallic sheen) of the mundane and unexpected trials life throws...usually with a slight, surprising curve. I am not entirely sure why this approach to my writing occurs, it was never necessarily intended, it has just worked out this way and once I noticed the theme I continued with what apparently felt natural. So, naturally, when I am feeling a bit more glass half empty, I write less.
And that explains the last 11 days, sorta.
It's not that anything has happened or not happened. It's nothing I can even put my finger on necessarily. It's just one of those...well...funks. I suppose most of us have them occasionally and I suppose this is my occasion.
Work is work and I am grateful to have it. School is starting in a month and I am officially enrolled and looking forward to the start of a new semester. I am not, however, looking forward to my schedule. Because I need my job and like my current schedule I am opting to take two evening classes: Monday and Thursday nights 7-945 pm. I know...way past my bedtime. I am a little worried because my brain just doesn't function well late in the evening and I typically like to be engaged in what I am learning. It doesn't help either that my job is mentally exhausting as well. Warning: I may be a little grumpy in September.
I went for my Graduation Audit a couple of weeks ago and found out the following: a) I have 154 credit hours and need a minimum of 120 to graduate b) needed 36 upper level courses for a bachelor of arts and have 55 and c) currently hold a 3.9 GPA. I am proud of only (c). I am this close to having enough credits for two bachelor's degrees. It all became suddenly so clear to me why I owe so much to Miss Sallie Mae. At this point I am just ready to finish, but at the rate I am going it's going to be another two years. Good grief.
Robbie's love affair with the iPhone was renewed with the release of the 3G and the opportunity to add applications or in non-tech terms: faster (3G), prettier (now available in white) and more expensive (our iTunes purchases have tripled in a week). Unfortunately one of the I Have Fallen In Love With My iPhone All Over Again -itis symptoms is improper phone etiquette. On way too many occasions I have to remind Robbie he's engaged in a conversation, having dinner with friends, driving. I suppose it must be nice - all I get to do is pay the bill.
So that's it, an update on my world. Oh, I did manage to finish a painting right before the 4th and you can see it at Boy-Oh-Boy. I have also started another one - I'll post it when it's done.
I am trying to get back into the swing of things. Don't worry, I'll bounce back.
Comments
sorry you are feeling this way...been there...felt that feeling like you are stuck and just want to get on to the next stage of life. frustrating.
thinking about you.
hanna