life lately
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Happy Friday, everyone!
I haven’t really done a real talk life check-in post lately. This felt like a pretty appropriate time for one.
Since our pool opened on Memorial Day, I’ve devoted approximately 48 hours of my life to it. Sometimes it includes tequila, sometimes it includes books, sometimes it includes a friend. I’ve finished three books since it opened – that’s two more than I’ve read the rest of the year.
Speaking of Memorial Day, I went on a quick vacation with my cousins down to the condo in Gatlinburg. I got horribly sunburned, and look forward to going back with the rest of the fam in August (with much more SPF in tow.)
I went to see The Fault in Our Stars at an advanced screening. Yes, that’s a new box of Kleenex in the photo above. Highly highly recommend it (but even more, recommend staying spoiler-free and reading the novel first, of course.)
Other than that, my life has been fairly boring and a lot of the same, to be honest. I went to trivia this past week, but I wasn’t the best company or competitor. There’s been so much swimming around in my head lately (do I want to move? Yes, I have to move. Do I want to move and take a plunge without a sure job?) It’s been full of things of this nature almost constantly lately. If I’m not actively working on job applications, I’m thinking about companies in the regions I hope to move to and wondering if they have any openings. I’ve narrowed the field to two different places (even though my heart lies in Los Angeles, it’s not one of the contenders), and both have pros and cons. It might come down to wherever I get an offer first… or whatever seems cheaper at the end of summer, since I kind of gave myself a goal of having a new plan by Labor Day. It just feels like all the struggle I’m going through has to be for something, I must just be too close to it yet to see what it is.
My local social life continues to be non-existent.
And to top it all off, I went to the doctor this week after a couple months of increasingly severe knee pain (to the point where it hurts to even sit at my desk with my legs bent all day), only to be told I have patellofemoral pain syndrome, but after 6-8 weeks of physical therapy, I should be able to work out again. (Not to mention that the nearest PT office my insurance accepts is an hour away, and $40 a visit.) And on top of that, my tendinitis is getting worse and I’m in almost constant pain from that. My body is falling apart and it’s so frustrating. I understand why House popped vicodin like they were candy.
It is one-hundred-million percent likely that this is a midlife crisis. I’m trying to stay positive and keep my head up, but that is of course much easier said than done. I will just keep referencing Shonda Rhimes’ recent commencement address and keep on keepin’ on.