Oh hi there. I feel a bit naked after that epic vent earlier this week (which was extremely cathartic, and thank you for lending your ears). I hate uncertainty and I hate the feeling of the future slipping further away with every day that the status quo continues.
Normally I consider myself pretty good at coping with pressure/stress. When I went on sabbatical to travel last year they went through not 1, not 2, but 3 replacements for me, so I swear I am not an incompetent petal. But apparently I don’t do so great when it’s to do with my personal life, and obviously I am just at my limit. Proof: I teared up at work when I saw this in my tweet stream this week. I don’t even know why.
“I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.” ― Fitzgerald
— PostSecret (@postsecret) September 21, 2014
Tomorrow is T’s birthday. Like mine, it’s inevitably going to be a massive step down after the past two years (New York and a South Island road trip), coupled with the current situation. But it is what it is.
Also, there was a death in his family this week. When it rains, it pours…. The funeral was a strange occasion – too many cigarettes and mullets, not enough shoes or parental control (kids running around grabbing flowers and toys off random graves?! Nuh uh) but at the end, there was hangi and the best damn raw fish salad I’ve ever had. And it provided a bit of perspective, too.
This week’s links
Nomad Wallet ponders whether taking sabbaticals to travel is worth it
At Thought Catalog, Nomadic Matt reminds us that the grass is never greener on the other side
Jezebel on dating up and dating down. Insightful comments going on, too
Tonya on drawing the line between things that are hard but worthy, and things you just don’t want to pursue anymore
What are you REALLY seeking at work? Via Seth Godin
Stephany on being a highly sensitive person
A budget travel guide to the Maldives, from Never Ending Footsteps
A tale to tell for years to come: The best time I thought I was going to die in the Italian woods (took me right back to those sweaty, stressful, halcyon days navigating trains in Italy)
At the Vulture: Debating the merits of Rory Gilmore’s boyfriends. Just because