There are big things happening in my life, our life, lately. We’re both entering a period of professional uncertainty and are working hard every day to achieve our career goals.
For the entire summer, Daniel and I have been like two ships passing in the night. Sometimes we are only around each other long enough to say “I miss you,” and give each other a hug. And then he’s off to bed super early because he has an hour+ commute each way, and then I go to the living room to study French verbs, or I think sad thoughts and write a blog post while eating Ben and Jerry’s.
And now it’s almost the end of August, and we’re realizing we have to move on a work day in the middle of the week, and I haven’t saved the money I hoped I would this summer, and I haven’t unpacked from a trip I took four days ago. I’ve committed to too many things with too many people. I’m trying to think of a million different ways to improve myself as a job candidate. I’ve been putting off a doctor’s appointment about a pain in my side. I’m thinking it might be a tumour on my appendix, but I don’t have an appendix, so probably not.
Oh, and I’m training for a 10K race with my clinic. Because yeah, I can complain about being busy, but try to make me give up running. Try it. It’s the only time I feel half sane.
I know I’ve used the word “and” a lot in this post, but that’s what I feel like lately: and, and, and, and.
Obviously I know I’m not alone in having these feelings. You may be in grad school, you may have kids who take up all your time, you may be working too many hours for little results. So tell me, do you know when my will my life start? Like the life I’ve worked towards – one I can sit back and enjoy?
And if not soon, what should I do while I’m waiting?