As I mentioned yesterday, this has been a supremely crummy week. I would love to cast blame for this crumminess on the full moon, the time change, or the fact that this week played host to a Friday the 13th, but alas, I am simply just not superstitious enough to do so. Instead, I am chalking this week up to a perfect storm of work + relationship + personal issues that all came to a head at precisely the same time, leaving me bobbing around like a cork at sea, in a Class 5 hurricane. Now, as most of you who read this weblog regularly know 1. I am relatively a glass is half full sort of sistah, and, 2. I am that way, despite the fact that the past year has been a challenging one, to say the least.
But this week was difficult in a whole new way. You see, I wasn't sure if I was on the right path.
There. I said it. It's out there.
Suddenly, I find myself working ten, twelve, fifteen hour days and never finding time to write or cook, which are the things I love to do the most. And, I have no time for crafting or photography, which fall second on my list. And, as a result, I feel like I am not the clever little monkey I was before I set out on this junket of mine. Basically--at the end of the day--I feel unfulfilled. And, in my book. that is unacceptable.
So, of course I got weepy. And felt sorry for myself. And I took that frustration out on others who had nothing to do with the path I chose or the situation I'm in.
But then, in between eating too much guacamole + crying on too many patient shoulders, I suddenly had a moment of clarity.
I need a change.
I need to change.
As Todd Beamer said, Let's Roll.