Ah so
I got chided by TSB for only posting at the beginning of the month, so
TTThhhhhhhhbbbbbtttttttsttsttt!
Now that I have that out of my system - I can write about something else. Lately, I have been experiencing a crisis of motivation. It rears it's ugly head at the most inopportune times. And my attentions have been diverted of late, with many distractions, so what is suffering is my work.
Well now, my work suffered this last summer with my ever so teensy bout of depression. I am reasonably sure I am not depressed right now. Drugs help. Different circumstances help. The annoying grad student in the Stoopid group left. New therapist helps - this one actually works for me. And while my life is far from perfect, it is manageable. Which means I should be rockin' on the data gathering and the manuscript writing and the job talk/ interviewing but... alas... no. Fuck.
Diversions in my attention - 1.) TSB, 2.) projects for new niece, 3.) work being done in therapy, 4.) money. I am sure there are others and I will think of them while I break down the aforementioned items in the list.
1.) TSB. I cannot complain. I have been single for a very long time. I could be single again and get through just fine. But he fits. Evil. He fits, he's sweet, kind, considerate, caring, smart, hysterical, sexy, witty, tall, hairy, great with Halley and a damned fine excuse to sleep in on Sundays. Only problem is that we tend to sleep in on Fridays, and Mondays, and Wednesdays... Well you get the picture. I had a very full life before - now it just seems to be busting at the seams. But I am being completely stubborn and outrageously selfish and actually taking that time for me. It's been years of coming in on Saturdays and Sundays and getting the lab work done. Staying late and not having the social/ dating life. I think I deserve it.
2.) It seems as it I have been making things for my niece ever since I first found out that my sister was pregnant last May. This is on top of the other projects that I do for my own self, friends and/or sanity. Most of these projects have been doable, and would be better if I didn't double or treble up on them. Stupid over-achiever. ok, off to yoga...
ciao
TTThhhhhhhhbbbbbtttttttsttsttt!
Now that I have that out of my system - I can write about something else. Lately, I have been experiencing a crisis of motivation. It rears it's ugly head at the most inopportune times. And my attentions have been diverted of late, with many distractions, so what is suffering is my work.
Well now, my work suffered this last summer with my ever so teensy bout of depression. I am reasonably sure I am not depressed right now. Drugs help. Different circumstances help. The annoying grad student in the Stoopid group left. New therapist helps - this one actually works for me. And while my life is far from perfect, it is manageable. Which means I should be rockin' on the data gathering and the manuscript writing and the job talk/ interviewing but... alas... no. Fuck.
Diversions in my attention - 1.) TSB, 2.) projects for new niece, 3.) work being done in therapy, 4.) money. I am sure there are others and I will think of them while I break down the aforementioned items in the list.
1.) TSB. I cannot complain. I have been single for a very long time. I could be single again and get through just fine. But he fits. Evil. He fits, he's sweet, kind, considerate, caring, smart, hysterical, sexy, witty, tall, hairy, great with Halley and a damned fine excuse to sleep in on Sundays. Only problem is that we tend to sleep in on Fridays, and Mondays, and Wednesdays... Well you get the picture. I had a very full life before - now it just seems to be busting at the seams. But I am being completely stubborn and outrageously selfish and actually taking that time for me. It's been years of coming in on Saturdays and Sundays and getting the lab work done. Staying late and not having the social/ dating life. I think I deserve it.
2.) It seems as it I have been making things for my niece ever since I first found out that my sister was pregnant last May. This is on top of the other projects that I do for my own self, friends and/or sanity. Most of these projects have been doable, and would be better if I didn't double or treble up on them. Stupid over-achiever. ok, off to yoga...
ciao
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