It's hot outside, 90 degrees. I slept the morning away (again), refused to go out, had my coffee iced, my bread with butter and Nutella, caught up on emails, and am now blogging what I hope to be an informal manifesto of the actions that will propel my life forward for the next six months.
I have errands this Tuesday, one of which should help with my medical situation (mostly financial management). I want to feel improved by summer and I'm confident on that. I told myself I'll be more involved in the technical details of my day-to-day life now, including money, health, and anything to do with moving me forward professionally. Again I feel good about it and it's simply a matter of doing things according to plan.
The museum store where I work will be closing at the end of next month. We staff will be laid off. The museum (based in New York) has offered us a generous severance package that will help me transition, so I'm not too disappointed. But I will definitely miss working there and most of all, I'll miss being with my colleagues, an incredibly amazing handful of some of the very best people I've ever met in my life. It will have been truly a great honour working with them.
Our annual family reunion will be in June, in Las Vegas. I decided not to go. I've never been to Vegas, I never liked what that city stood for (and how it was created), and it's a place in the world I feel I would enjoy (if only a little) with friends instead of family. To make up for it I'll plan a trip to Chicago in the fall to see family (and friends).
Instead I have plans to travel to San Francisco for a week, either in June or July (depends on lodging costs as it's summer, peak season). This time it'll be a serious literary trip. I'll be working on my novel, blogging (journaling), observing, chronicling. I have a little side project involving taking pictures of every single martini glass sign I see in the city (many are concentrated around downtown). I think I'd prefer all that over a culturally bereft experience in Vegas (at least to my definition of culture).
I have errands this Tuesday, one of which should help with my medical situation (mostly financial management). I want to feel improved by summer and I'm confident on that. I told myself I'll be more involved in the technical details of my day-to-day life now, including money, health, and anything to do with moving me forward professionally. Again I feel good about it and it's simply a matter of doing things according to plan.
The museum store where I work will be closing at the end of next month. We staff will be laid off. The museum (based in New York) has offered us a generous severance package that will help me transition, so I'm not too disappointed. But I will definitely miss working there and most of all, I'll miss being with my colleagues, an incredibly amazing handful of some of the very best people I've ever met in my life. It will have been truly a great honour working with them.
Our annual family reunion will be in June, in Las Vegas. I decided not to go. I've never been to Vegas, I never liked what that city stood for (and how it was created), and it's a place in the world I feel I would enjoy (if only a little) with friends instead of family. To make up for it I'll plan a trip to Chicago in the fall to see family (and friends).
Instead I have plans to travel to San Francisco for a week, either in June or July (depends on lodging costs as it's summer, peak season). This time it'll be a serious literary trip. I'll be working on my novel, blogging (journaling), observing, chronicling. I have a little side project involving taking pictures of every single martini glass sign I see in the city (many are concentrated around downtown). I think I'd prefer all that over a culturally bereft experience in Vegas (at least to my definition of culture).
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*hugs tightly*
sorry... try as I might to say something deep, and inspiring; all I could conjure was a hug.
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