I hate being this busy. I’m in college, and don’t have much time for fun writing. I’m at like 450 words in NanoWriMo. LOL
I really don’t know what to do about some things going on at work. My co-worker is passive aggressive and accuses other people of being passive aggressive. It’s so frustrating. I’m going to call her out on it tomorrow, hopefully in a productive manner that doesn’t sound like I’m accusing her of being lazy or something.
I shouldn’t have to keep telling someone over and over again what their job is. Just do your job. If you don’t like your job, well, I’d say quit and we’ll find someone who will do it, but since we’ve gone through 6 new employees in the past 2 months, that’s not looking too likely.
So college. I guess I’m going to have to take things day by day, and week by week until it’s all over with in 2-3 years. If I think that far ahead, I will lose my mind. On the other hand, I get the week of Thanksgiving off and I think I’ll use it to read ahead in the one class that gave me the readings ahead of time.
Right now, have headache, neck tension, and I want to go to bed! I also joined the gym again, so my thighs and buns are hurting a smidge. I’m all right with that though. Pain is weakness leaving the body, right? My daughter said that, but I don’t know where she got it from.
Hope anyone that reads has a great night!
I think the shading is starting to come back to me. Pretty rough.
I started my art class yesterday.
It was amazing. For me, at least. My friend got a little frustrated, as she’s never really taken a drawing class before, but she started to ease into by the end.
So, when I started to get into the zone, it was like a welcome home. I got married (the first time) 20 years ago and I guess I just gave it all up then. I had little kids then, and who has time to draw when there are toddlers running around?
But the zone. It’s mysterious, and it’s lovely, and I really only got to the borders of it. I wasn’t fully in the zone, because if I was, I would have still been drawing when the teacher said to stop. And I would have looked up, semi-bewildered, in a daze.
I’d almost forgotten it existed.
Of course, me being me, I go outside after, wondering if art was my true calling and I should have had the balls to pursue it when I was 19 and on the brink of life. And now I’m meant to do a drawing a day for the next 5 weeks.
Talk about immersion learning. I’ve had many art classes. This is not about learning. It’s about forcing myself to do something that, for some reason, I stopped doing. I shouldn’t have to force myself to do something I love, should I? Maybe it just scares me a little. If I love it, I want to keep doing it.
I wonder what I’ll draw today? Next week, we have to do self portraits. LMAO
And maybe enough time to do it in. So, lots going on in my life.
- I’m going back to college. I start online classes in about 2 weeks. Workplace diversity and conflict management are my first 2 classes.
- I went on a job interview today. Not sure how I feel about the place or the position, but the time off/year might be worth it.
- I’m taking an art class, starting next week. I haven’t drawn in a very long while, so I’m super excited.
- I wasn’t going to try to do Nanowrimo this year due to all of the above, but the first scene to the last book in the series popped into my head this morning. Not sure I’m going to have time for 50000 words, let alone blogging on here, but I may give it a try if the story continues to unfold in my head.
Nothing worse than having to work a full time job that requires me to think, when the muse is flowing well.
Grandbaby is cute. Daughter #2 is going to her first homecoming on Saturday. Husband got a new job that he seems to really like. If I could pay off my bills, things would be perfectly content for awhile.
Have a great day, all!
So, I have this grand baby, right? He’s so super adorable and cute, but I didn’t want to be called “grandma”. That is my mom, you know? And since she’s going to be with us for a long time yet, I don’t want to steal her name.
So my daughter has been calling me (among other things, Abuela being one) Maternal Grandmother. Ma (maternal) G-ma (grandma). So Magma. Stupid? A little. But it might be perfect.
I’ll let you all know if this sticks.
Probably just hormones.
Or maybe I made a person very special to me sad, and I’m sad that she’s sad, and we talked and all is forgiven, and there was really no right way to go about what happened, but there was always going to be someone who would think that it was wrong, no matter what happened.
I suppose I need to just make peace with it, but instead I’m being angry at the world; it’s easier to be angry than to cry.
Or maybe it’s all the changes happening around here in the past couple months, and the stress is catching up to me. Or a combination thereof.
Or, you know, hormones.