8:12 pm
But, at least there IS water in these parts! Haha. SO glad to be out of the desert.
Anyway… Hi! Hello! I am feeling a bit sad–frustrated, mostly–that I haven’t blogged much recently. It’s been sort of crazy the past few months, moving across the country AND starting a new job, and traveling for work this past week to meet my team, get trained, etc. SO, I just wanted to stop by and say hi, and let you know that I’m still here–albeit, sometimes I wonder where my brain has gone lately.
Whew. We moved. Across the country. And, I started a new job. In the big, cold city that I left years ago (though, I normally work from home, which is not there!). Literally on the same day! When it rains, it pours, I suppose. Exhale. It couldn’t have gone smoother, really, this whole business; and we are finally relatively settled in our new place. Our apartment complex has four lakes and a bunch of walking paths, all of which is surrounded by conserved marshland and trees overgrown by Spanish moss; compared to the city I was in this week, this place is so nourishing and peaceful that I cannot appreciate it more! Damn, I am not who I once was–and it is glorious to finally be able to admit that, frankly.
I have been at the new job for almost three weeks, and so far, so good. I unpacked my suitcases and a few boxes, and within a few days, flew out on a business trip to meet my team, get trained, blah blah blah. While the new gig has been eye opening–I haven’t felt this welcomed to a new job in years, maybe decades; and, being in the same room with your coworkers truly does motivate you to new heights when it comes to a shared sense of purpose–I can’t believe how tiring I found it going into an office every day. (I like having full control over my time, and my creativity; I like not being entrenched in a team–that is not how this is going to be. As a freelancer, and contractor, I’m used to an empty room, and a blank page, as it were. Still, it’s nice to feel the safety net at the moment.)
I mean, it was physically tiring, of course; I couldn’t get over what a (freezing cold) hassle it felt like to get myself from bed to office; and then, to sit in said office, being productive and keeping my game face on through what was (is) for me, and excruciatingly painful 8 hours. I cannot IMAGINE that it doesn’t affect most people, sitting on one’s ass all day; but, I really couldn’t see any sign of discomfort on anybody’s face. Just me, being spoiled or old or a wimp; but in the usual pain. (I normally stand all day at my standing/raisable desk, and for good reason.)
It was also mentally challenging in that, I had to maintain my sober zen, if you will, in the face of intense “microaggressions.” I love that word, and it SO defines life in big cities, especially this one. From the cold wind to having no space, to bad food and unfriendly strangers; it’s all about trying to keep your inner wall up and intact. Those stressors are what cause people in early sobriety to relapse; that shit is what gave me many more reasons to drink, at least in my mind, for most of the years I lived there.
Anyway, I just can’t imagine going back to that life–especially after the one I’ve built, and have been living, since I left the “real world” in 2012! Moreso, I can’t imagine wanting it–and that is new, and something that I’m starting to more fully embrace. So, I am super-grateful that I can do this job remotely, and in any setting I like, save for one day a week at a regional office.
I’m back home now, and feeling warm, relieved, and like my zen is back. I have to say, while I like it here so much more than the desert–precisely because it reminds me of our old island life is making me long for that life more and more. I’ve written about this before, but I have spent most of the past two decades doing what (probably) many people of my generation have done: striving to achieve. You know what? I’m tired of it. I’m grateful, indeed, at having had so many opportunities to strive to achieve, but frankly, it was only after I left the mainland in exchange for a slower, less achievement and consumerism-focused lifestyle that I realized, this is me. This is me. Ironically, I spent my entire time on that island trying to convince myself that it wasn’t me; only now, years later, am I finally starting to accepting that maybe this really is me!
I am glad I’ve taken this new job, which is exposing me to all that I left–albeit, at a much kinder pace (nonprofit and journalism are distantly related, but I would say that they’re much different beasts). However, I can see more change coming in the near future…
Wine? Yes, admittedly, there were a few times these past few weeks when I fantasized about drinking at some point in the near future (what that means to my fantasizing brain, I don’t know, honestly); BUT, at no point did I have the urge to drink. Never the urge, only the fantasy–which is always crushed when I remember the reality of my red wine drinking days. I know better; thank God, I know, and I know better. In this one thing, I know better, and so I do better. Exhale.
Drunky Drunk Girl 