Okay. I’m going to publish a post today. I swore I would and damn it, I’m going to. I’ve been so busy these past two months I’ve found it near impossible to finish one and actually publish it.
So! Where have I been?
Seriously, I’m asking. I don’t know where I’ve been. Like being swept in a rip-tide I feel like I can’t figure out what’s up or down, when I’ll be able to come up for air, or whether my pants are still on.
They’re still on. Check!
Back in March I applied to jobs like… like it was my job. A month later it finally paid off and now I’m working at the office of a startup on 35th street; I’m liking it so far. I’ve also been writing for an art company on the side, submitting weekly posts for their blog. I’m also in a sketch-writing class that meets every Thursday evening and requires me to submit new material for each session. That said, this website has taken a backseat.
I did write about a saga I had involving carpet beetles in my bed, and while it was truly riveting, I never had the chance to edit it. So that remains in draft-box-limbo. I also wrote a lovely hate-fueled essay about modern youth subcultures and I don’t think I’ll post that either. It was accurate but angry… not a positive representation of myself. And if blogging, social media and the like, are not meant to represent only the most glowing version of oneself then I don’t know what is.
With my new job taking up most of my time, the rest of my time is spent writing for the art blog, and sketches for my class.
If I ever had a social life to begin with it is now nonexistent. I haven’t seen any of my friends since April.
My mornings start at 6am and on some days I don’t get home until 11 at which point it’s a race against time to get myself showered and in bed before midnight so I can try to achieve at least 5 hours of sleep before I have to do it all over again.
I’m not complaining. I like my days to be busy. But it’s impossible to fit everything in. I picture one of those venn diagrams in which there are three bubbles: Health, Career, and Social Life. The three never meet in the middle.
I’m rapidly becoming the american stereotype of a person who spends hours of their life working while playing guitar, reading a book, or sharing a glass of wine become secondary ‘luxuries.’
I will lose my fucking mind.
So now comes the balancing game. It’s been just over a month that I’ve been working with this company and I’m finally starting to get the hang of it. Hopefully now it won’t exhaust me so, and I can fit the rest of my life into the hours left over.
Now that the weather is warming up I would give anything to just have a drink with someone and discuss something that doesn’t involve my job.
