- Onion
- Pencil shavings
- Cat food
- Basil
- Chicken
- Grease, as in from an unknown deep fried glory
- Fresh asphalt (that one make sense, at least)
And sometimes, I happen to be close to some crazy characters, where other adventures just seem to happen.
Being on the road really does have its ups and downs. (Sometimes, the internet in my hotel is LAME.) I enjoy working with our people in person, walking them through what they'll need to know for their jobs in their territory and quickly see either lightbulbs or blank stares, encouraging them along. Once I've clocked out for the day, my night is mine to invent. I've had all kinds of random conversations in the whirlpool at the hotel. I went to a movie one night, walked in a park another, and manage to get a bit of writing in here and there. I like finding new, local places to eat, including such oddities as deep-fried Oreos in Freeport and a restaurant in Quincy called Tiramisu where I literally would have been happy to eat a bowl full of the sauce itself from the dish I had there. Being on the road changes everything up, which in and of itself can be a welcome thing.
However, I've reaching the point of exhaustion, where my body is starting to wear down with the stress of the season, small pieces crumbling away. I look forward to September, when things begin to slow back down at least a little bit. I want to start eating well again, get the right amount of sleep, and actually relax long enough to carry that peace of mind for longer than a day. I'm officially to the point where I need to start eliminating extra activities out of my schedule, and any time Andy innocently suggests adding a small task to my time home, I bristle internally.
I've lost the ability to balance my work schedule, my personal goals, and, to a point, my relationships. I cannot juggle the details anymore, starting to drop details, and my body is suffering. I don't feel like myself right now.
Can't exactly pull back from the work part at this point of year, and that part of my life will get better soon anyway. I'm pulling back on some of my goals and especially my guilt on not meeting them. I'm saying no to spending time with people. And I'm taking time to fall asleep on the couch. I need to remember how to feel like me again.
The good news is this is a temporary state. And I know that; it's what is giving me that little last push through. On the one hand, I know that where I am at in this point this year as opposed to last year is a considerable improvement, so part of me demands that the tired part suck it up and deal. But, just how my experiences with sickness don't invalidate someone else feeling ill today, I can still recognize that things are tough for myself even if they're not as bad as my lowest point--that's how I got to this terribly skewed version of "normal" in the first place, by smiling through suckage that still wasn't good even if it wasn't wretched.
In any case, I'm at another onsite this week for the full week and have unpacked, since I tend to believe that if I'm staying anywhere for more than one night, I feel better if I unpack. Next week, I have the last major onsite for a little while, capping off the season by heading out to Providence, Rhode Island, this being the first time that I have flown for work. I'm certain that this is going to be a great adventure, at least in part for the sheer relief of making it through the summer.
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| At first, we were just trying to move the elephant |
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| But he was only interested in investigating Dad, apparently, having dispatched of me and, very soon, Mike |
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| On a tricycle built for...four. |
Being on the road really does have its ups and downs. (Sometimes, the internet in my hotel is LAME.) I enjoy working with our people in person, walking them through what they'll need to know for their jobs in their territory and quickly see either lightbulbs or blank stares, encouraging them along. Once I've clocked out for the day, my night is mine to invent. I've had all kinds of random conversations in the whirlpool at the hotel. I went to a movie one night, walked in a park another, and manage to get a bit of writing in here and there. I like finding new, local places to eat, including such oddities as deep-fried Oreos in Freeport and a restaurant in Quincy called Tiramisu where I literally would have been happy to eat a bowl full of the sauce itself from the dish I had there. Being on the road changes everything up, which in and of itself can be a welcome thing.
However, I've reaching the point of exhaustion, where my body is starting to wear down with the stress of the season, small pieces crumbling away. I look forward to September, when things begin to slow back down at least a little bit. I want to start eating well again, get the right amount of sleep, and actually relax long enough to carry that peace of mind for longer than a day. I'm officially to the point where I need to start eliminating extra activities out of my schedule, and any time Andy innocently suggests adding a small task to my time home, I bristle internally.
I've lost the ability to balance my work schedule, my personal goals, and, to a point, my relationships. I cannot juggle the details anymore, starting to drop details, and my body is suffering. I don't feel like myself right now.
Can't exactly pull back from the work part at this point of year, and that part of my life will get better soon anyway. I'm pulling back on some of my goals and especially my guilt on not meeting them. I'm saying no to spending time with people. And I'm taking time to fall asleep on the couch. I need to remember how to feel like me again.
The good news is this is a temporary state. And I know that; it's what is giving me that little last push through. On the one hand, I know that where I am at in this point this year as opposed to last year is a considerable improvement, so part of me demands that the tired part suck it up and deal. But, just how my experiences with sickness don't invalidate someone else feeling ill today, I can still recognize that things are tough for myself even if they're not as bad as my lowest point--that's how I got to this terribly skewed version of "normal" in the first place, by smiling through suckage that still wasn't good even if it wasn't wretched.
In any case, I'm at another onsite this week for the full week and have unpacked, since I tend to believe that if I'm staying anywhere for more than one night, I feel better if I unpack. Next week, I have the last major onsite for a little while, capping off the season by heading out to Providence, Rhode Island, this being the first time that I have flown for work. I'm certain that this is going to be a great adventure, at least in part for the sheer relief of making it through the summer.
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