All out of Oatmeal
Sep. 20th, 2010 11:55 amAll out of oatmeal at home. I figured that'd be a fun title for my entry.
It's also true.
Spent the weekend doing 1 of 2 things: Seeing Travis, Conner, Alex, and Krista - and an anonymous friend that I dragged along for health and companionship purposes, and cleaning my house.
I realized that my house isn't as bad as I kept thinking it was. I am getting closer and closer to my ideals. The panic side of me gets freaked out when it starts getting messy because I think it will undo all the progress I've made, or that I'm starting all over again.
That's not true. I figured that out sometime mid afternoon Sunday.
I am currently wishing I had music to help me write this entry. Oops. I left my laptop at home today unintentionally.
So - house is getting somewhat cleaner. Jim's mom and Grandma are coming up to Issaquah on the 29/30th. I might take the 30th off.
Steve Pavlina and his girlfriend, Rachelle, are taking a Pacific Northwest road trip and will probably be in town this weekend. I believe they want me to be their tour guide for Seattle. At least Rachelle dropped me an email a few weeks back.
Jim and I are working on connecting physically more. The overnight schedule is still sabotaging that on some levels. He is still searching for something else, although he did get word that a backroom daytime position might be open at the crappy T.
Fortunately we were able to connect on Sunday. I really needed a day in my home and not out up North, lol. Friday/Saturday were spent following around a tiny Travis-ling.
It has been amazing to be with him as his life shifts.
And as usual - we somehow manage to have deep conversations that are reserved for the right kind of person. It reminds me that I am fortunate to have stumbled into this friend. Although, I see his life isn't as stagnant as mine, and his optimism for where life is headed is rubbing off on me.
For now, I'm relaxing more about where it is all headed. Because the grip of death thinking that I should control every step in time aspect - is not the right way. Not at all.
( Travis and Conner. )
-Angela
It's also true.
Spent the weekend doing 1 of 2 things: Seeing Travis, Conner, Alex, and Krista - and an anonymous friend that I dragged along for health and companionship purposes, and cleaning my house.
I realized that my house isn't as bad as I kept thinking it was. I am getting closer and closer to my ideals. The panic side of me gets freaked out when it starts getting messy because I think it will undo all the progress I've made, or that I'm starting all over again.
That's not true. I figured that out sometime mid afternoon Sunday.
I am currently wishing I had music to help me write this entry. Oops. I left my laptop at home today unintentionally.
So - house is getting somewhat cleaner. Jim's mom and Grandma are coming up to Issaquah on the 29/30th. I might take the 30th off.
Steve Pavlina and his girlfriend, Rachelle, are taking a Pacific Northwest road trip and will probably be in town this weekend. I believe they want me to be their tour guide for Seattle. At least Rachelle dropped me an email a few weeks back.
Jim and I are working on connecting physically more. The overnight schedule is still sabotaging that on some levels. He is still searching for something else, although he did get word that a backroom daytime position might be open at the crappy T.
Fortunately we were able to connect on Sunday. I really needed a day in my home and not out up North, lol. Friday/Saturday were spent following around a tiny Travis-ling.
It has been amazing to be with him as his life shifts.
And as usual - we somehow manage to have deep conversations that are reserved for the right kind of person. It reminds me that I am fortunate to have stumbled into this friend. Although, I see his life isn't as stagnant as mine, and his optimism for where life is headed is rubbing off on me.
For now, I'm relaxing more about where it is all headed. Because the grip of death thinking that I should control every step in time aspect - is not the right way. Not at all.
( Travis and Conner. )
-Angela