As has, quite sadly, become my usual routine these days, I have not blogged in a long time. In a “too long” kind of time. I blame it on being busy and being exhausted from being busy, but I have missed it, and then, last night, I had a revelation: now is the absolute worst time for me to stop blogging. Because now has been one of the craziest adventures I have ever undertaken.
In the past 6 months, I have:
- Quit my job. As in walked-out-and-never-went-back quit.
- Started freelancing as a copywriter.
- AND started working shifts as a caretaker at Kitten Rescue.
- AND started a weekend job helping a retired professor move his personal library.
- AND started a contract job in the archives of a movie and television studio.
- Spent two and a half weeks working at a veterinary clinic.
- Picked up crocheting again so I can make a “brain beanie” for the upcoming March for Science.
- Started glass painting again to lower my stress levels…
- Resumed yoga to help with lower back pain.
- And adopted a second cat.
I’ve also gotten more passionately involved in wildlife and environmental activism since the latest administration moved into the White House, even going so far as to (*gasp*) call senators and tell them NOT to confirm a head of the Environmental Protection Agency with deep ties to the oil and fossil fuel industries, and NOT to confirm a Secretary of Education that feels the worst thing a student in today’s public school system can face is a marauding grizzly bear.
More on that later, though.
Now while some of the above may sound a bit un-adventuresome (crocheting and glass painting?), the theme of my life for the past 6 months has been a recovery from a downward spiral into professional hell. And much of that recovery has come from resuming hobbies and interests I had let go.
As well as pursuing new ones.
And in the next few weeks, I am hoping to receive an offer for one of two full-time jobs I have interviewed for recently. They are very different jobs from each other, and whichever one I take will mean a big shift in my professional life. I haven’t received the offers yet, but I have already started pondering which one I will accept should I receive both (so presumptuous, I know). And it is in this pondering I saw the need to reflect on everything that has been these past 6 months.
And since I reflect wonderfully through writing, it was time to come back to The Realist Adjusts the Sails.
So I do plan to backtrack… at least as far back as September 6, 2016 when I walked out of my cubicle in the dungeon of the museum I was calling “employer” at that time and didn’t look back. And I will try to chronicle some of those life-shifting moments I have experienced in the months since.
After all, writing it all down will be yet another new adventure. And who doesn’t need new adventures now and again, eh?