The juggle of real life has begun and it’s taking no prisoners…
Since returning from our cruise:
– Charles got really sick. When he finally let his pride down and admitted that he actually was sick (after my suggesting that he go to the doctor all week), I took him to urgent care and come to find out, my poor husband had strep throat = no kisses and him sleeping on the couch for 3 days.
– Our truck broke down on my way back from taking him to urgent care at 4:00am. Luckily, we were able to pull into a parking lot right before it completely shut down. We called an Uber to get the rest of the way home and got the truck towed to our local auto shop, Merchants, the following day. The issue? Our alternator was done-zo and had to be replaced. $$$ O_O
– Fall semester of grad school started. I’m taking Arts Policy and Performing Arts Management back to back on Thursdays from 4:30pm-10:00pm this semester. After going through the syllabi of both classes with my professors, it looks like it’s going to be one hell of a semester full of assigned readings and writing. #byebyesociallife
– I’ve realized that I’ll be working at my 9-5 for almost two years starting in October and am feeling fidgety. I’ve never held a job longer than 2 years. I’m thankful to have a job that pays for me to go to school for free but the work I’m doing isn’t something I’m necessarily passionate about. Don’t get me wrong, I love the people I work with. It’s the work itself that leaves me uninspired. It’s a catch 22 situation because I don’t want to have to take a loan out for grad school (my undergrad debt is hefty enough) but with my artistic background, it’s really tough having to sit in a chair behind a computer for 8 hours every day. I get antsy and walk around for no reason at least once every hour because I hate sitting. I’ve got 3 more semesters to complete before I get my Master’s degree in Arts Management which equates to another year and a half to go… If the ends justify the means does that mean I should continue working at my job? Even if it makes me unhappy? I used to think it did but I’m not so sure anymore…
– My subscription to the “Not Pregnant Edition” was renewed this past week which is always fun because whenever I tell the hubby that the great flood has cometh, he always does a little happy dance haha. T-minus 2-3 years before we (I) start popping out babies. Until then, we will continue to welcome my period with open arms.
– For about 20 minutes (this past Friday), setarra.com completely disappeared from the internet and I almost flipped my shit. Thank goodness for Phil over at Pipdig (who is responsible for moving my blog over from blogger to wordpress and it’s current design). Within 5 minutes of my email and tweet asking for help, he responded and fixed the issue. One of the plugins I use had a bug that shut my site down. Phil pinpointed the issue, deleted the plugin and voila! The site was back up like nothing had happened. This was definitely one of those moments that made me realize how important this blog means to me because during those 20 minutes, I almost broke down in tears. Thanks again Phil!
– Charles and I managed to sneak away to NYC for 24 hours for my best friend’s wedding yesterday. We took the bus up at 7:30am, arrived in NYC at 12:30pm, made it to the wedding venue in Brooklyn by 2:00pm and then following the reception, hopped on a midnight bus back to D.C. The wedding ceremony was so beautiful and emotional in the best way possible!
But, to be completely honest, I’m pooped.
Which brings us to where I am now, up at 6:00am because (although we got home around 4:00am) I can’t fall asleep. So in my sleep deprived delirium, a self portrait felt like the most appropriate thing to do. And of course, Charles had no issue zonking out… The nerve haha.
I’m tired, hungry and have yet to wipe off last night’s makeup. As such, I’m feeling a drowsy combination of ugly and beautiful all at the same time. I know, I know… Classic symptoms of PMS.
But overall, I really can’t complain. Life is good and the low moments I cyclically go through are a necessary reminder to cherish the high ones.
With that said, I’m off to go wash my face and count sheep until my eyes feel heavy. Good morning, good night or afternoon from where ever you are in the world reading this! More posts about our Caribbean cruise experience to come later this week. Until then, peace. :)
P.S. I shared my first self portrait earlier this year and had always wanted to turn it into a reoccurring series but obviously, that never happened. So this is attempt #2 at picking up where I left off. No rules. Just me, myself and my tripod (or phone camera)… And whatever I feel like talking about. Sound good to you?