I am not dead.
I have totally failed to give up entirely on either drink or cigarettes. However, I have managed recently on far less of either.
I still have no idea what's happening with my job. I think I won't have to get into any holiday pay battles as it looks like the job above mine won't be filled till the end of August. I am also tempted to apply for the job above mine. It requires management experience, and I have none. However, when I applied for my current job I had practically no Access experience, and now know stupidly vast amounts.
I have started a vaguely regular exercise routine, including pliates, swimming, and a twice weekly gym programme. I am hoping to add Yoga.
I seem to have lost my "switch off" button recently. I seem to have lost my ability to have fun. Apologies to anyone I was boring at at Wendyhouse.
I did manage to have a good night out in the week though. Random meetings are fun!
I have been through an obsessive stint of house tidying in an attempt to find both places I can be relaxed, and a tidy organised place to work. Both are ongoing and smothering. However, both feel far more possible and close to a conclusion than they ever have before. And if smells nice.
I have planted the garden with lots of brightly coloured plants. It is very pretty.
I want to have a barbeque, with lots of people and candles.
I have vast amounts of illustration work owing to several people. It is work I really WANT to do, and can do well, and can see clearly in my head. Yet it keeps getting burried. Or maybe I keep burying it. I think it scares me. Maybe because I'm afraid it will be terrible. Or maybe because I'm afraid it will be good.
I need a good portfolio both online and in print so I can take advantage of the six week break to do some proper fulltime freelance work. I have neither. Yet.
I still feel fat.
I have totally failed to give up entirely on either drink or cigarettes. However, I have managed recently on far less of either.
I still have no idea what's happening with my job. I think I won't have to get into any holiday pay battles as it looks like the job above mine won't be filled till the end of August. I am also tempted to apply for the job above mine. It requires management experience, and I have none. However, when I applied for my current job I had practically no Access experience, and now know stupidly vast amounts.
I have started a vaguely regular exercise routine, including pliates, swimming, and a twice weekly gym programme. I am hoping to add Yoga.
I seem to have lost my "switch off" button recently. I seem to have lost my ability to have fun. Apologies to anyone I was boring at at Wendyhouse.
I did manage to have a good night out in the week though. Random meetings are fun!
I have been through an obsessive stint of house tidying in an attempt to find both places I can be relaxed, and a tidy organised place to work. Both are ongoing and smothering. However, both feel far more possible and close to a conclusion than they ever have before. And if smells nice.
I have planted the garden with lots of brightly coloured plants. It is very pretty.
I want to have a barbeque, with lots of people and candles.
I have vast amounts of illustration work owing to several people. It is work I really WANT to do, and can do well, and can see clearly in my head. Yet it keeps getting burried. Or maybe I keep burying it. I think it scares me. Maybe because I'm afraid it will be terrible. Or maybe because I'm afraid it will be good.
I need a good portfolio both online and in print so I can take advantage of the six week break to do some proper fulltime freelance work. I have neither. Yet.
I still feel fat.
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I'm just sorry I didn't make more of an effort to talk to others but my mind was on other things and I couldn't concentrate.
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(So you DID think I was boring?! *sob*)
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You're overhauling. This is good; I do that often. My overhaul today was my bathroom - it's supposed to be this serene place where you veg in water for an hour, but, well, suffice to say it wasn't.
Other useful overhauls include the wardrobe, and ex-boyfriends.
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And one of my ex's is my housemate!