Kudos to anyone who read the title and started singing "Here Comes the Sun." Actually, that's kind of what this post is about. We have a reprieve here in Morgantown, WV from the cold, snowy, and generally icky weather patterns we've had now for a month and a half.
Snow, icicles and slush are starting to melt today, and you can hear the dripping water running everywhere. It certainly lifted my mood to experience that today, and now I am ready to be productive by running all of the errands I've put off for two weeks. My to-do list is pretty long and requires some effort to finish everything in a reasonable amount of time.
My only hindrance is the constant rehearsals, teaching, and dancing at the studio. I have to be there tonight and Friday night; I'm helping with a Leap n Learn (my studio's version of pre-ballet) class, and Friday night is rehearsal. Busy, busy.
I am up to six pages on the new chapter of "An Aunt's Love" and hope to finish it soon. I am even taking my notebook with me to work so that I can work on the chapter on my lunch hour. :)
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
I am actually writing!
It's almost bizarre, but I've written three whole pages since I updated. Three whole pages. It's wonderful, but it also feels a little like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. My mind keeps protesting that this is not normal for me.
It used to be months between writing bouts. Literally months. As in six to seven months.
It's a little frightening. It makes me wonder if this is a return to the levels of updating awesome I used to have instead of the past year and a half of "I've got nothing" when I've tried to work on my fanfiction.
Either way, I'm glad it's happening. It means the characters are pleased and wanting to interact with me...or something. I'm hoping to sit down tonight and do some more work on it, so keep your fingers crossed.
It used to be months between writing bouts. Literally months. As in six to seven months.
It's a little frightening. It makes me wonder if this is a return to the levels of updating awesome I used to have instead of the past year and a half of "I've got nothing" when I've tried to work on my fanfiction.
Either way, I'm glad it's happening. It means the characters are pleased and wanting to interact with me...or something. I'm hoping to sit down tonight and do some more work on it, so keep your fingers crossed.
Monday, February 10, 2014
The Weekend That Wasn't
My weekend passed by in a blur of illness, frantic rushing about, and too much time at the dance studio.
Friday I was home sick due to a random attack of particularly bizarre flu-like symptoms. These symptoms were enough to cause me to consider staying home within minutes of waking up. My usual "stay home" decisions are made after getting up, maybe getting into the shower, getting dressed, and attempting breakfast. It is about this time that my good sense overrides my feelings of responsibility in making it to work. One part of my brain is saying "Must go to work - things to do!" and the other part of my brain is screaming "Go back to bed! You're SICK. Do not spread illness!!"
This time, however, I sat up, looked around my room in the pre-dawn light, brain went "Nope! We're sick! Really sick!" and I texted my supervisor before allowing myself to cuddle back into my blankets until my sister woke me at seven AM, asking why I wasn't ready to go.
I still had to drive her to work, since she doesn't drive. In my sick state. It was an adventure, especially since I fell on some ice and sliced my hand open. Imagine me driving in my car, blood oozing down my hand while trying to make a left-hand turn. An adventure, I tell you.
After dropping off my sister, I returned home, where I promptly returned to my pajamas and bed. I then descended into bizarre dreams that I'm still trying to understand. I managed to find some electrolyte drink stashed in the pantry from the last time illness ran through my apartment, drank some of it, and when back to sleep. I woke briefly at 5:00, when I had to go and retrieve my sister from work. After returning home, I went back to sleep.
Saturday, I woke up very early and thought I felt better. I had an event at my dance studio for volunteer work, so I decided it would be a great idea to go. I spent five hours there, from 9:00 AM to 2:00 PM. The kids were adorable, but it was way too much for my introverted ways and I returned home, unwilling to socialize with anyone. I locked myself in my room with my laptop and headphones and worked on the outline for the next chapter of AAL, emerging only for pizza and an episode of the Big Bang Theory. (I swear, that show is my life.)
Sunday, church was out of the question as my roommate's friend was in town visiting. I managed to sleep in a little bit, eat some leftover pizza for breakfast, and then returned to my computer for a round of "let's see if we can work on something productive!" I did manage something productive, but I spent a lot of time checking outside to see what the snow cover was like. It was bad. One of my friends ended up taking me to rehearsal, where I spent all of forty-five minutes. Most of that was watching others and walking on when I needed to. All in all, very short rehearsal, when my friend returned to save me from the snow. (She's my hero.)
Suddenly, it's nine o'clock at night on a Sunday, and my brain suddenly caught up with me going "where did our weekend go?" I woke up this morning, frantic with the idea that I had lost a day somehow. It's like a time warp. (Oddly enough, I was listening Rocky Horror Picture Show while I was writing this weekend.) Just a jump to the left!
Friday I was home sick due to a random attack of particularly bizarre flu-like symptoms. These symptoms were enough to cause me to consider staying home within minutes of waking up. My usual "stay home" decisions are made after getting up, maybe getting into the shower, getting dressed, and attempting breakfast. It is about this time that my good sense overrides my feelings of responsibility in making it to work. One part of my brain is saying "Must go to work - things to do!" and the other part of my brain is screaming "Go back to bed! You're SICK. Do not spread illness!!"
This time, however, I sat up, looked around my room in the pre-dawn light, brain went "Nope! We're sick! Really sick!" and I texted my supervisor before allowing myself to cuddle back into my blankets until my sister woke me at seven AM, asking why I wasn't ready to go.
I still had to drive her to work, since she doesn't drive. In my sick state. It was an adventure, especially since I fell on some ice and sliced my hand open. Imagine me driving in my car, blood oozing down my hand while trying to make a left-hand turn. An adventure, I tell you.
After dropping off my sister, I returned home, where I promptly returned to my pajamas and bed. I then descended into bizarre dreams that I'm still trying to understand. I managed to find some electrolyte drink stashed in the pantry from the last time illness ran through my apartment, drank some of it, and when back to sleep. I woke briefly at 5:00, when I had to go and retrieve my sister from work. After returning home, I went back to sleep.
Saturday, I woke up very early and thought I felt better. I had an event at my dance studio for volunteer work, so I decided it would be a great idea to go. I spent five hours there, from 9:00 AM to 2:00 PM. The kids were adorable, but it was way too much for my introverted ways and I returned home, unwilling to socialize with anyone. I locked myself in my room with my laptop and headphones and worked on the outline for the next chapter of AAL, emerging only for pizza and an episode of the Big Bang Theory. (I swear, that show is my life.)
Sunday, church was out of the question as my roommate's friend was in town visiting. I managed to sleep in a little bit, eat some leftover pizza for breakfast, and then returned to my computer for a round of "let's see if we can work on something productive!" I did manage something productive, but I spent a lot of time checking outside to see what the snow cover was like. It was bad. One of my friends ended up taking me to rehearsal, where I spent all of forty-five minutes. Most of that was watching others and walking on when I needed to. All in all, very short rehearsal, when my friend returned to save me from the snow. (She's my hero.)
Suddenly, it's nine o'clock at night on a Sunday, and my brain suddenly caught up with me going "where did our weekend go?" I woke up this morning, frantic with the idea that I had lost a day somehow. It's like a time warp. (Oddly enough, I was listening Rocky Horror Picture Show while I was writing this weekend.) Just a jump to the left!
Monday, February 03, 2014
I posted an update!
Since I was told to stay home from work today due to an outrageous amount of snow...
I updated!! Enjoy all. I rather liked the chapter.
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| The road on my way home from the bus stop. |
Thursday, January 30, 2014
So now I can't dance...
My left foot has been giving me some trouble lately and actually hurts quite a bit when I stand on it. I finally quit ignoring the pain and went to the doctor last night.
I'm in trouble. He was able to tell me the problem, and it's fixable, but I'm not allowed any activity for a little while. I have plantar fasciitis in both feet (one is worse than the other, hence unbearable pain) and tons of inflammation. No working out. No treadmills. No bikes. No dance. NO. DANCE.
My brain is flipping out at that idea. I'm active every day except Sundays. I am either at the dance studio or at the gym every evening. How...how do people live like this? I went home after the doctor's office last night and just sat on my couch, perplexed at the sudden turn of events.
No treadmill. No bike. No weights. What do people with their time? I wandered in my kitchen, avoiding the impulse to do some ballet (like balancing at the kitchen counter in passe). I ended up cleaning, and couldn't help wondering if I was violating the rules of recovery.
There was an ice bath (which always feels good) and resting, but I feel like I missed something last night. This is going to be a long haul, but the lack of dance may make things harder. I think I'll just have to sit out, but I'll still go to the studio. Perhaps I'll get in some stretching while everyone else is dancing. The worst thing is that I have rehearsal for our next show. Thank goodness it's not a dance part (some premonition on the artistic director's part, I wonder?), but I do have to run across the stage at one point in the performance, and that will freaking hurt. Wish me luck.
I'm in trouble. He was able to tell me the problem, and it's fixable, but I'm not allowed any activity for a little while. I have plantar fasciitis in both feet (one is worse than the other, hence unbearable pain) and tons of inflammation. No working out. No treadmills. No bikes. No dance. NO. DANCE.
My brain is flipping out at that idea. I'm active every day except Sundays. I am either at the dance studio or at the gym every evening. How...how do people live like this? I went home after the doctor's office last night and just sat on my couch, perplexed at the sudden turn of events.
No treadmill. No bike. No weights. What do people with their time? I wandered in my kitchen, avoiding the impulse to do some ballet (like balancing at the kitchen counter in passe). I ended up cleaning, and couldn't help wondering if I was violating the rules of recovery.
There was an ice bath (which always feels good) and resting, but I feel like I missed something last night. This is going to be a long haul, but the lack of dance may make things harder. I think I'll just have to sit out, but I'll still go to the studio. Perhaps I'll get in some stretching while everyone else is dancing. The worst thing is that I have rehearsal for our next show. Thank goodness it's not a dance part (some premonition on the artistic director's part, I wonder?), but I do have to run across the stage at one point in the performance, and that will freaking hurt. Wish me luck.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
I want to return my adult card
I seriously don't want to be an adult anymore.
If I'm
not working, then I am learning something for work. If I'm not learning
something for work, I am cleaning my house. If I'm not cleaning my
house, I am paying bills. If I am not paying bills, then I am working
out to fight weight gain and depression. If I am not working out, then I
am working. If I'm not working, then I am learning something for work.
The vicious cycle continues.
I
feel as though I have very little time to myself. Yes, I still go to
dance (as it is the only thing that keeps me sane these days) but
everything else is starting to crowd in and stifle me.
It's that or my depression is actually seasonal, and if that's the case, I need some sunshine, stat.
In
honor of my rescinding adulthood, you can find me in my blanket fort
with my crayons and coloring books. You can join me if you bring
Uncrustables (strawberry kind, please!) and some juice boxes. I have
the popcorn. 
;)
;)
Anyone else feel the same way?
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Holy Crap - I forgot I had this blog!!!
So...I completely forgot I had this blog. As in, "Hey, I should set up a blog on Blogger since I already have a Gmail account!" and IT. WAS. ALREADY. THERE!!!!
I even love the theme, which I must have chosen once upon a time. I have no memory of this place. I feel like Gandalf.
I've been maintaining a blog on my website...hmm....how to link these two. I need to look into that. So, expect updates, because I fully intend on making use of this. :)
I even love the theme, which I must have chosen once upon a time. I have no memory of this place. I feel like Gandalf.
I've been maintaining a blog on my website...hmm....how to link these two. I need to look into that. So, expect updates, because I fully intend on making use of this. :)
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