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All the summer long.
I've got a boatload of things to reply to and lots of people to get in touch with, no small number of jobs to apply to, and just under a dozen hours left for the field placement. I'll be out of the house next week working in the preservation lab, and I'll see if I can bring my headphones with me to save my gut from crawling in on itself. But if it goes well by Sunday night I'll be done with my big essay review and can start doing my own work again.
I'm actually pretty okay right now. I managed a start on the big essay and that's affording me a lot of peace of mind, and I know that next week it'll be easier to get the mental space for job work and e-mails again, and thanks to the focusing properties of laundry I was able to keep myself from getting into a tailspin over life in general. It's not quite getting myself employed or banishing all fears that I'll never make it as a nine-to-five full-time-all-day adult, but it's something I can do to prove myself responsible for my well-being, and I take those as often as I can get them.
Some days I do worry about being that sort of full-time-all-day adult, since I worry about managing time and energy to let me write - any kind of writing - but going from these past couple of weeks a lot of it's contingent on advanced planning and how much work I take back with me. So I suppose I'll have to focus my efforts on getting a job that doesn't call for much take-home work. I guess I can manage that.
Finally, have a video of my younger brother playing with a turtle bobblehead.
I'm actually pretty okay right now. I managed a start on the big essay and that's affording me a lot of peace of mind, and I know that next week it'll be easier to get the mental space for job work and e-mails again, and thanks to the focusing properties of laundry I was able to keep myself from getting into a tailspin over life in general. It's not quite getting myself employed or banishing all fears that I'll never make it as a nine-to-five full-time-all-day adult, but it's something I can do to prove myself responsible for my well-being, and I take those as often as I can get them.
Some days I do worry about being that sort of full-time-all-day adult, since I worry about managing time and energy to let me write - any kind of writing - but going from these past couple of weeks a lot of it's contingent on advanced planning and how much work I take back with me. So I suppose I'll have to focus my efforts on getting a job that doesn't call for much take-home work. I guess I can manage that.
Finally, have a video of my younger brother playing with a turtle bobblehead.
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It seemed like there should be a transition between 'me, student' to 'me, responsible adult' and yet, for me at least, the transition happened around me - from attending classes and working part-time to working full-time and adjusting to a more rigid schedule. For a while, I kept waiting to grow up and change. Finally I realized that I was still me - only what I did changed, not who I was.
It used to worry me a lot when I had long spells between writing, because what if I lost it, the ability? What if I couldn't write anymore, if I tried? But over the past couple of years, even though I write maybe only a few times a year, the feeling is just as satisfying. I know I can write when I try, so I don't fear when I'm not.
Your brother and Bobblehead Turtle made me smile. :)
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I'm glad to hear you're settling into a better mental space, sweets, and I'll hope that you will have good luck in your upcoming weeks! (And yeah, a job without take-home work is an enviable thing--I often envy the Mr during certain times of the year. *g*)