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Monday, August 9, 2010

monday...merf

braid || jeana_sohn
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my summer travels are officially finished. no more 2-day work weeks, no more baaad plane connection experiences, no more time off. nope. from now on, i have to work 5 days a week. for more than 1 week in a row. can you even believe i'm whining about this? all this vacation taken so close together has completely spoiled me.

i sense a lot of transition gathering itself into a tsunami-like situation in my life . . . 2 (4, if you count their husbands) of my close friends will be moving far away very soon. there are big events on the not-so-distant horizon at my church. my job may be eliminated in as little as 90 days (contractually, that's all the notice the hospital has to give the physician i work for).

considering i've felt displaced / in limbo / on the brink of something or other for 2 years now, i don't know if this feeling means something is about to happen. sometimes events that loom large in the future get smaller when you actually approach them. i've always tended to make a big deal first and realize it wasn't worth the energy later . . . this time around i find myself strangely nonchalant, because if i've learned anything in the past 2 years, it's this: most of life is beyond my control and i might as well enjoy the present moment.

therefore, i am currently:
  1. drinking a leftover caramel latte (funny story: i started drinking it yesterday afternoon in hopes of staving off a nap, but 15% through it, fell asleep anyway). i would have frowned upon day-old iced coffee before today, but it's surprisingly good.
  2. wearing 2 braids faerie-style (translation: my hair is worn down, but 2 braids are put in near the front). it's been so hot and humid here lately (and remember my landlord/roommate is not an air conditioning person) that i've needed to get creative in order to avoid the additional heat of blow-drying. lesson: cute headbands and a few braids have a way of dressing up damp tresses.
  3. blogging at work --- oh, joy. just one of the ways i stomp on The Man's foot. because he's had me wriggling under his corporate thumbship for too damn long.
what are you doing to engage with your present moment?

a rebel sometimes, a lady always (wait, that's not right . . . oh well),

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