It has come to my attention that I’ve neglected this space for over a year now. As of now I spend my days working and my evenings as a student. Before being a student again it was summer in the northwest which is no time to be indoors. Before that, I have no idea. I can barely remember what I had for dinner last night (oh, wait, cereal.)
A lot has happened in the last year. It’s been the usual eating great food, traveling, falling face first into love (yeah! And ugh!), pushing on my career, visiting family, turned 30-something again, and in general kept my shit together enough to function as a “adult” – whatever that means.
So let’s just pretend it’s only been a few weeks since my last post and we’re just picking up where we left off.
The cycling studio I go to now offers Dynamax Medball class that consists of throwing 6-8 pound balls at a wall. This has been incredibly therapeutic since throwing things at people is generally frowned upon. I’ve been going to this studio now for about 6 months, 5 – 6 days a week, now and I’ve got some triceps and shoulders to show for it. That’s exciting. My abs are still hidden under some impermeable layer of insulation, but whatever. More importantly it keeps the crazy in check.
It’s the middle of football season which is hard for born, raised, and educated in Washingtonians. The Huskies are struggling, the Seahawks are struggling, the games are generally in outdoor stadiums in miserable weather, your rival teams are generally a lot better than you, we “coug” it more often than not, and yet, we’re still here, loud and proud.
My cleaning lady comes tomorrow. Yes, I have a cleaning lady for my 600 square foot apartment because some people pay for therapy, and I pay for someone to clean my house as an anxiety-reducing methods. Even I have my limits of living in my own filth. I also keep a healthy dose of chocolate in the freezer as medicine for real-time anxiety needs.
I miss writing for me and channeling my thoughts and observations. I have writing assignments due Wednesdays, Thursdays and Sundays which is what absorbs my writing/staring at a computer capacity. I write about 4-6 pages a week on laws, regulations, guidelines, and ethics governing the pharmaceutical industry and the FDA. It is really interesting but I cannot be as hilarious in those forums as I can here.
Hmmmm, what else….
The Mr. travels quite a bit for work and I’m pretty absorbed with work and school, but on the rare occasion we have night in my favorite thing to do it get Thai food for the corner place, settle in for the night, and watch Blacklist. It’s so good and so problematic but it doesn’t stop us from watching it. Does anyone else struggle with the time/space continuum they chose to employ? It makes no freakin sense.
I get a massage once a week which I cannot emphasize enough how amazing it is. I have problematic hips and shoulders, mostly because I sit like Quasimodo at my desk for 10-12 hours a day (or curled up in a ball on my couch on Pinterest- same same). Let’s just all get massages and stop killing each other. The secret to world peace is being kind to yourself so you can be kind to others. Let’s do that.
I discovered my second grey hair this weekend. That ruin everything. Just kidding – it just killed my youthful spirit, that’s all.
Big news here in Seattle. The gum wall is gone. That shit is disgusting. So gross. Let’s stop.
Well, off to that massage in which she will flatten me into a pancake and I will be technology-free, if only for an hour.
I’ll be back soon.