I feel like since moving to FL, my health has gotten so much better. I mean, I did quit a few very, very bad habits once I got here so that definitely helped. My thinking was that if I were going to basically be starting over, in a whole new state, even in a new relationship, then I can't keep doing the same dumb shit that I left back in Omaha. My allergies are pretty much nonexistent and my H. Pylori doesn't flare up as often. I'm able to enjoy wine and a few drinks again without those flare ups and I like that. It was hard for awhile with my sensitive skin because my face kept breaking out and that was annoying but it's starting to finally clear so that's good news. I've also gotten back on
This might not be "exciting" to most but it is for me, so... whatever. I recently had signed up for medical, dental, and vision through my employer. It seems small but it was actually a very big deal for me. 1) this is the first time I've had coverage through an employer. I had only ever had plans through the Marketplace. 2) Once I got all of my cards to prove I have coverage, it's also the first time MY NAME is the ONLY one on them... It was always my (ex) husband's name on there as a dependent and I was even under my boyfriend's coverage so I was the dependent. Either way, it's something major for me. I mean, I guess
I remember when I was so excited for that job at the detention center, I mean, "program," only to find out that it was not the environment for me. I had a few interviews lined up but I left without a plan. All I knew was that I was sick of the atmosphere and the people in it (mostly staff) and it was not good for my mental sanity, as I'm sure I've already written about. So, I had what seemed like 100 interviews to go too and I barely made the cut with most of them until I finally got an offer for the job I'm currently working. In between there, I almost regretted quitting so prematurely as my finances were not in the
The other day, I was on the phone with my dad, and I was bawling my eyes out because I was feeling so frustrated and like I didn't know what I was doing anymore, as in with my life. I get like that sometimes quite frequently actually; one day I'm just moving and grooving along and then, seemingly out of the blue, I'm like WHAT THE FUCK, FUCK!!! WHO THE FUCK AM I?. I clearly border between having an existential crisis every other week and I'll get back to that. Anyway, I'm on the phone with my dad and he says something that made my heart feel at ease and I've been
So, to recap, I ended up getting this job as an overnight residential technician at this nonprofit organization. I started 2 days ago and I like it so far but that's not what I'm blogging about. One thing, I find about annoying about myself, is that it seems to take me forever to know exactly what's wrong, at least pinpoint it. My body is usually the first thing to know what's happening. What I mean by that is that for, the past week, I have been DROWNING in my sleep and drenched in sweat. I get night sweats anyway (I'm not embarrassed to admit, I don't care) but lately it's been over the top and I am beyond
I had the WORST NIGHTMARE last night. I was in my bed, at home, like I was in real life. Actually, everything looked EXACTLY like my real life situation so it was equally confusing as it was troubling. In the dream, there was this dark entity in the apartment and I think I was trying to tell Cash about it but he just rolled up and mumbled something about it being a daffodil and being a powerful something or something like that I can't remember exactly. I was scared and on my own after that and I remember putting my head under the pillow and then just kind of
Since writing my last blog, I've done a second interview for another place and I've also gone to another interview for another organization. As of writing this, I had actually got an informal offer from the last interview so there's that. I think I'm just ready to get back to work so we can happily make our move out of this apartment successfully. I could have stayed at that job a little longer and got a last, good check, because that's what sensible people do but I'm not always sensible and, sometimes, that's where the best
I mentioned how I was not a good fit for the other job, but I'm not sure if I talked about getting interviews or just that I was looking for something else. Well, either way, I applied at a lot of different places and got a few interviews. I was just happy they took a chance on me, at all, which was to call and set up an interview with me, no matter what the outcome. That's not to sound negative, or pessimistic, but I like that they took a look at my resume and decided to call me and not just skim past it. So far, I did end up getting
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About the AuthorI got the idea to create a blog in December 2014 on a random type of day.Writing has always been therapeutic; the only way I could communicate clearly, in actual words instead of struggling to unscramble the swirl of images, metaphors & analogies that is my thought process. In short, Archives
February 2020
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