My computer has been dropped off at Best Buy. Most likely, I'll be able to pick it back up next week, because as of Saturday, I'll be home on Spring Break. But oh, I miss my computer. There are so many lovely things I have to do-- layouts, novel planning, icons. I now have Photoshop7, and I am jazzed beyond belief with inspiration. And payday is Wednesday. I'm going to buy a few new calligraphy nibs and some bright peacock-blue ink. I can use my week at home to write long-overdue letters.
I hope that this optimism means that I'm coming out of the funk I was in. I've been very self-isolated lately, my own little island. Stress has been weighing hard, and the cheerful mask on my face was growing threadbare, my irritation and impatience showing through. I don't really know where my puzzle piece fits anymore, I feel a bit adrift, not really belonging to any particular group, to any familiar cluster. I finally went to talk to a counselor, about some personal/familial issues and also some confidential ones, as a major component of my stress has been job-related. I however forgot that shrinks are of very little use, and I really was no better off than before I went. She only told me things I already knew, and opening up didn't particularly help much. This is something I have to do on my own, but I do think that the coming spring will help.
But yes, my fingers are itching to play with color palates and swirl maddening melanges of words upon the page. Two weeks. I can deal. And I also get to see my Anna and my Timmy next week. I missed you both so much. Anna, I just want to curl up on the sofa with you and put my head on your soft shoulder and watch bad movies until I fall asleep. I miss you, I miss you. I miss the me that you bring out.
I hope that this optimism means that I'm coming out of the funk I was in. I've been very self-isolated lately, my own little island. Stress has been weighing hard, and the cheerful mask on my face was growing threadbare, my irritation and impatience showing through. I don't really know where my puzzle piece fits anymore, I feel a bit adrift, not really belonging to any particular group, to any familiar cluster. I finally went to talk to a counselor, about some personal/familial issues and also some confidential ones, as a major component of my stress has been job-related. I however forgot that shrinks are of very little use, and I really was no better off than before I went. She only told me things I already knew, and opening up didn't particularly help much. This is something I have to do on my own, but I do think that the coming spring will help.
But yes, my fingers are itching to play with color palates and swirl maddening melanges of words upon the page. Two weeks. I can deal. And I also get to see my Anna and my Timmy next week. I missed you both so much. Anna, I just want to curl up on the sofa with you and put my head on your soft shoulder and watch bad movies until I fall asleep. I miss you, I miss you. I miss the me that you bring out.